Love doesn’t die

I couldn’t write a beautiful last word

A poem for those that I love

If I tried

The verse would do no justice

To the experience of life and all that it is

How can love be portrayed with pretty letters

What unworthy things words are

To human emotion

Only if you read between the lines

Could you find the spirit that lies within me

And your memories, sweet memories

Are what would serve

As my voice and expression of heart

You know that I believe in love and kindness

The beating in my chest is deep for you

And though I am fractured

My soul is what you recognize behind

The changes I’ve gone through in my mind

Be happy, have joy and peace in life

Take care of each other

And know that if you pray

I will always be there listening to you

I will see all of you again

–Note– This isn’t a suicide note or anything. I’m just having a lot of delusions about dying in my sleep tonight after pushing myself too hard over the past couple days. I know that I will probably see tomorrow, but the irrational part of me says I need to leave a message for my loved ones in case I don’t wake up.



What is timeless?

What cannot be taken from me?


On dark days I can be found weeping

Asking myself these flawed questions


We are thrust into existence

Clawing, thrashing, gasping for air

Pain is introduced to us with no invitation

So where do we find reason, passion, joy?


I cannot answer that question for everybody

I only know the answer for myself


I spiral downwards

To touch the sharp prickles

I bleed, I am poisoned

I am broken, cut and bruised

Until my body breaks completely

And I am left with a sopping mess


I pick up my heart

It has been trampled and roughed

And I begin mending

Sowing with a needle of purpose

Because I promised myself I would persist

Because I promised myself I would rebuild


I realize that moments can be infinite

I realize that nothing was mine to be taken


So what is my answer?

The challenge is my reason

The journey is my passion

The memories are my joy