Letter from beyond the grave

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Death is somewhat like passing into memory;
an ivory cream rose
carved into the garden of one’s mindβ€”
why do you look so forlorn?
We live on as words that seek to pour themselves
into the liquid clay of the moldβ€”
leaving behind us two halves;
one that rests below the ground and other that remains
tucked away into the ribcage.
Do not moan, this world we live in is transient;
the cold wind blows as a reminder in one’s face.
The last vestiges of the setting sun
are disappearing
and along with it whatever is left of humanityβ€”
I implore you, be kind to each other!
Nothing is as piercing as the pain hidden in one’s soul;
sift through it,
pick out the parts that hurt the most and replace them
with soft whispersβ€”
what we do with our time here depends entirely upon us.

 

 

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Day Thirty ~ Bang, Whimper, Hiss

Skylover Wordlist: Deaths πŸ’

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16 Replies to “Letter from beyond the grave”

  1. A situation well explained and counsel that sounds like good advice, Sanaa. Written well for one to roleplay himself/herself into the lines for personal searching.
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  2. Yes, dear Sanna, compassion and kindness can be expressed, there is no need for us to be harsh, let the world heal through love and kindness.

  3. These lines gave me a shiver, Sanaa:
    β€˜leaving behind us two halves;
    one that rests below the ground and other that remains
    tucked away into the ribcage’.
    The final line is so true.

  4. Oh, his is now my absolute favourite of yours (so far). And with it being Samhain here, and I very conscious of those in my life who have died – whom I visit in memory, and who may visit me in spirit – it is so apt and meaningful that I read this poem now.

  5. I love the lines- ‘an ivory cream rose carved into the garden of one’s mind’-
    And this: ‘Nothing is as piercing as the pain hidden in one’s soul;
    sift through it,
    pick out the parts that hurt the most and replace them
    with soft whispersβ€”
    what we do with our time here depends entirely upon us.’
    Cuts right to the heart Sanaa.

    1. Thank you so much, Linda πŸ™‚ I must admit I became a little teary-eyed when I wrote this one! πŸ’„β€οΈ

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