Wednesday, August 5, 2009

One Blow

The fresh, green dew
that was you
is no longer here.

What happened that hour?
What happened that minute that you
decided to go?
One Blow

Meltwater flows off the glaciers
evidence of sunshine in different ways.
Emerging theories
discoveries in science
transforming techniques in therapy
occur everyday.

You did not know.
You will not know.
One Blow

I've started writing poetry again. I used to write all the time in high school and college. this one I wrote today as I was sitting outside. thinking about my cousin. I watched a documentary on suicide the other day. The mother of the 15 year old boy who committed suicide said that she was in a state of disbelief that this was her life. She couldn't believe that time didn't stand still and she thought of all the things he missed out on since he died. I feel the exact same way. I can't believe this is my life. I can't believe he's gone. I can't believe all that he's missed. I keep thinking that he saw Obama get elected, but didn't see him get inaugurated. not that he cared or that he voted for him or maybe he did, but it's just the fact that he's not here. it still hurts now.

1 comment:

  1. i could immediatley tell that was about your cousin. very good writing and i'm glad you're getting some feelings out. i know what you mean about the "not being here" for certain events. I constantly think about how a friend's dad passed before 9/11 and how he ever knew the world post 9/11. it's very odd and i totally understand your feelings. i hope the writing brings some kind of healing to your heart. blessings, lara