Monday, April 8, 2019

To my support group, with love, C

I wrote this poem a mere hours before Pepper passed away on Saturday. It was a way from me to express gratitude to those that have been holding me up with such sincere and reliable love and support.

It also was a moment for me to realize who my true tribe is. And who are no longer in the mix. A heartbreaking sadness, to see those who you thought were "lifers" have thrown a dagger of disappointment in to this already sad scenario.

A special shoutout to those angels that I have never met, but that social media has allowed for such a connection, such a bond. All of you have been so wonderful.

Also to my husband, who shows me everyday what marriage is all about, and why it's the most beautiful and precious of gems. Who makes me laugh when I want to pout, who holds me when I'm not cute. :)

To all of you. that have been here for me. I am so so grateful and you have kept me going. It's a beautiful thing. This is for you.

-C

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Permission

Friends, I give you permission to not know what to say

To feel my pain even though you know it will be ok

To try and avoid the cliches of support

Even tho that’s all that greets your lips when your shoulder is holding court


My loved ones, it’s ok to not know what to do

Watching me fall to pieces, to not feel like my glue

Hearing me cry and mourn is clearly no fun

But I promise, solace I find in your presence as I become undone


In technology, love exists

All the words and messages through social media, I see it persist

Every LIKE, heart, word, and feeling

Fills the gashes this heartache is searing


For my sweet souls who I’ve never met

Who’ve taken the time to catch me in their net

Your gesture collects each tear that I cry

Like a soothing song, a chicken soup lullaby


Your silence is warmly received in your helpless arms where I collapse

Where I find love when I feel bleak, air when I frantically gasp


Where I feel consoled by your presence, near and far

When in those moments, the healing begins to create a scar


Surviving this heartache, reaching for the happiest of goals

Something I can not do without you, my beautiful treasures, the dearest of souls

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