2nd March 2021. The worst day of my life. Losing my Mum was absolutely unimaginable for me, and now I have to live it for the rest of my life. My body, my heart, my soul are swept in the whirlwind of grief and pain that are too raw and impossible to write about. So I am going into the dark, allowing myself to give into the storm I am in the middle of, and mourn. I am incapable of doing anything else right now...
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
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