Christmas Day has
come and gone,
I wore my fake smile,
all day long,
Everyone is full of
festive cheer,
For me, Im trying
not to shed a tear,
I don't want to ruin such
a beautiful, exciting day,
But in my world, it's very cold,
the skies are very grey.
I know that I have support
of family and friends,
I often wonder if the tears
will ever end.
I want to be happy,
for me and for you
But how can I be happy,
when I am feeling so blue.
My son, he died
not so long ago,
He was my friend too,
I wasn't ready to let him go.
How can I be hopeful in
the new year ahead
The new year without him
is something I dread.
I'll awake each morning,
just as the sun will rise,
And perhaps, somehow,
its a blessing in disguise.
I will never, ever be the same,
No matter how hard I try
I am just a different person
since the day my child died.
12/26/2019
I sit here and ponder how much longer i can wander...
but then I realize its a blessing in disguise.
I look to the skies with my heart
(not my eyes)
and theres a part of me that sees more than anyone believes.
The wanderer wastes no time searching for one thing...
the wanderer is a witness to ALL the beauty that life brings.
Tears r real
can b joy or sorrow,
it cracks our shell
reveals what we mite b going through,
it eases the pain,
a silent prayer,
makes us realize,
its a blessing in disguise.
paints a picture,its GOD
and nobody else.
Wen we r left all alone,
and nobody cares,
rocking sorrows 2 sleep,
wondering wen its gonna end,
make us realize,
its a blessing in disguise.
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