Desperation.

Your absence has left me broken and lost,Desperate to find my shattered pieces,In order to mend them together. But what if I’m not meant to be mended? Desperation makes me rush to find my old confident self,I fear that I’ve lost her forever,And no matter how much I search, I just can’t find her.What if…

A Child’s Heart-Short Story

I’ve been submitting this short story for contests for years now and it never won anything. I think it’s time to share it here and see what everyone thinks. Hope you like it! ♥ A Child’s Heart. With one loud “Bam” a life ended, her soul was setting off with the wind, as she caught…

Cumulative losses

Her grandfather’s fragile hands squeezed hers,And she knew that was it.Soon he’d be gone…And he’d no longer ask for his favorite song. Shortly after the loss,Loneliness reigned over her heart,And tugged deeply into her soul. Her wise uncle asked her how she’s holding up.“Hang in there.” He said, “That’s life, we’re all in this together….And…

Eternal Love

Your love is eternal, it flickers like a flame. Your soul’s spark will never fade. Your heart still beats in a place with no pain. Your wide smile flashes across blue skies, it reaches galaxies. And the stunning echoes of your missed laughter is a reminder that I can survive.          …

Reality of Grief

Grief doesn’t hit you properly when you’re surrounded by grievers and well-wishers. It hits you after everyone leaves when the walls echo the sound of an overbearing silence. When you touch an item that once belonged to the deceased, or find a photo that triggers a million memories that your heart can’t keep up with….

Expectations.

June 23, 2016, we had just celebrated my grandfather’s last birthday and I was coming to terms that losing him was inevitable. So I started scribbling down notes on whatever I could find until it combined into what I thought was a short story. I expected my writing to be an outlet for my feelings,…

Melody

His eyes concealed a million words that I wished I knew half of them. Most were never said, while others came out pure and loving. His voice rose like a gentle melody, it was often misheard as he mimed most of his words. Despite his absence, his soul glows on my dim path. I can…

It’s been a month.

This post is dedicated to my late uncle and Godfather Charles. The deserted car in the driveway still doesn’t concern me,neither does his deserted bedroom or the couch that he used to love sleeping on in the living room. I still walk into his house with a question about him wavering in my mind, Is…