Happiness After All

How to express the feeling of having your dream so close. Then to watch it be snatched away. A dream of tiny fingers and tiny toes. Only left with the void of emptiness. Why give hope when all seems impossible.

What’s your options when you feel isolated? When the world around is full of people laughing and joking. While they look over you as if you were not even there. 

When it breaks you never see. When it hurts you simply feel. Only when the last hope dims is when you know what it is. What am I? 

Trying to keep your cool is like putting salt on a slug.

Have you ever opened your eyes and just want to close them again? Where the idea of trying to follow your dreams are miles away. With the sadness that your greatest supporter is gone. Well that is how I feel, the words are in my head and the page is blinking in front of me. Yet, when I start to write I feel the overwhelming need to cry. How to help my broken soul?

Dealing with grief is like a burning sensation deep within the soul. Setting a blaze the fragile layer of hope. Smoke fills the lungs of the broken soul. Bringing their knees to the ground begging for air. Grief cripples the soul deep to the core!

Sometimes, I find myself deep in my mind with thoughts that turn into poetry and then there’s times when words aren’t enough.