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~The Empty Ocean~

She drowned in an empty ocean because she wasn't prepared 
to reveal the truth about some events that occurred during those
very sad moments of truth,her brother that she hadn't seen for
30 years, just disappeared in three weeks, ceaseless,died alone.

She drowned in an empty ocean to carry her emotional feelings 
after attending a mass given in his name,a name,no,its her flesh
and blood,she will miss him,his picture is printed in her heart.

Searching for forgiveness as she felt angry,maybe her mourning
was so intense she would have expected someone to come and hold
her,or even hold her hand,she was in such deep pain wanting a
shoulder to lay her head on,sharing,even a look would have been 
enough for her that day,she lost him forever,the moment of truth
was announced in church, he is dead.

Drowning in an empty ocean was only to allow herself find some
peace on her own,she was determined to understand what 
happened to the human race?don't they know how to respect 
the dead?don't they know how to whisper instead of speaking 
so loud,don't they feel how sadness surrounds the family.

His son projected pictures on the wall taken when he was alive with 
all of them,he wanted his guests to meet his father, a grandfather 
to his kids, a brother, a wonderful husband to his mum,he tried so 
many times to tell them,look up this is me & my brother with 
my dad, come to know him. 
Yes, they looked for a fraction of a second and grabbed the food in 
there plates and kept eating the whole evening.

Children running around as if in a playground,mothers and fathers 
were starting to crack jokes and laughing as if they were in a comedy 
theater instead of respecting the dead or the real mourners,a voice 
was heard,my head is spinning my ears cant take it anymore,I am 
dead but my image is alive,hug my son instead,wipe his tears away,
allow him to feel the sincerity in your presence,help him to feel the 
real love, as now he is on his own,I am gone.

Suddenly,its so peaceful,she heard the echo of her tears dripping quicker
faster and faster as they wanted to fill the ocean to save her instantly, 
her feet felt wet,she moved saw a silhouette of a fish breathing again 
her thoughts thought,the unconditional giving to rescue her,came from 
her own tears.She needed to rest and wish the last goodbye to her brother.Separation hurts.His memory will live.


Written: By Therese Bacha.
14/5/2013 Contest for PD. Surprise Me With A Poem I Haven't Read.
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