The Cemetery
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The mist was silent
I was screaming, raging
making no sound
as I sat
on the cold metal chair
staring out
making no eye contact
Voices quietly from
around me
but no one I could recognize
or even understand
Breathing didn't matter
and the mist was chilling
to the bone
One by one people began to leave
and confusion was everywhere
slamming me into that chair
unable to move
Everything that mattered,
every reason I was alive
was here
and she was never going to leave
the willow standing there
would still grow
the dirt mound
they moved to cover her
would be fruitful again
but she won't
and my legs won't move
Twenty three years
this willow tree
shades her
from the world
Twenty three years
of not knowing why
she had to miss this
Graduating High School
and College
wedding
grandchildren
divorce
my life
Twenty three years
it's taken me
to realize
she hasn't missed
a single minute of it
I
just
didn't
see
her
Open your eyes.
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Comments
AUTHORahorseback, great to see you again! I really enjoy creative writing and will definitely start again after the apprenticeship ends! Thank you for reading and for believing in me :) -K
Often for me , visiting a cemetery , especially an old one anywhere , helps me to find peace for for those memories and visions that remain without closure !...I like the way you write , keep it up!
- AUTHOR
I'm happy that we are in touch and that what I'm writing makes sense to you. Thanks for commenting.
This is very sad and beautiful, I remember when my father died it was like the sound got turned down in the world and everything lost its color and went grey. My whole life perspective changed.
He was an agnostic and having to deal with my moms religion (Cult) was a daily juggling act between his love for her, us kids, and his genius level reasoning and educational level.
When he died I was an extremely angry / numb alternating atheist. The greatest gift he ever gave me was showing me from the other side that he was somewhere watching and directing, like all my ancestors, and that this physical plane of existence is not all there is, and he showed it to me quickly, and till this day to all of us kids.
Thanks for reminding me of that this morning! Aloha
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