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"I shall be telling this with a sigh"
Robert Frost, The Road Less Travelled.
I’ve wiped her tears for many years,
through pain and heartbreak, too.
I’ve held her hands and lent an ear,
so tough times she could get through.
I’ve read her stories and sung her songs,
the best a father can.
I know how much her heart has longed
for the touch of a woman.
Her mother died when she was three;
drunk drivers are a curse.
She was gone from our lives quite suddenly -
our broken hearts could not feel worse.
At fifteen years she confessed to me,
with tears rolling down her cheeks:
“I’ve never forgotten the memory
of the last words to her I did speak”
“She was walking out of our front door,
on her way to see a friend;
I said, ‘Mommy please kiss me just once more,
in case I never see you again.’
All these years she carried the guilt
that she somehow contributed to the fate;
And around her emotions a wall was built
but the sorrow and pain became too great.
“And that’s why Daddy, I never kiss you,
when out the door you go every day;
And I thought that now it was time you knew
why I have been acting this way.”
I hugged my daughter and we both did cry,
releasing emotions pent up inside;
And then I helped her wipe them dry
feeling a fatherly pride.
“That last kiss you shared with your mother,
did not send her to her grave;
In fact, I bet she could not have received any other,
better last gift than the one you gave.”
“So when you talk to her in prayer tonight,
let her know that kiss was special for you;
She would help unburden you from this fright
if it were something that she knew.”
by Joe Flach for Constance's "Give me a kiss, Mommy" contest.
Written and posted on 10/5/2011
We’ve been together for as long as I
can remember
If I was a raging fire you were that
first ember
You cheered me up every time I got
depressed
You got me through the moments that
I felt stressed
Every time that I needed you, you were always there
That amazing feeling you gave me
nothing could compare
I had to see you multiple times just
to get through the day
How I felt when you weren’t around is
a feeling I can’t convey
I’d do anything and everything just to
spend time with you
I would sell my very soul if that’s what
I had to do
The help you once gave me became
a thing of the past
I now see clearly the dark shadow on
my life you had cast
Everything you made me feel turned out
to be lies
Not a friend at all, you were the devil in disguise
I needed to find a way to keep you from coming back
I found NA meetings is what keeps me
on the right track
Working the 12 step program and finding
my higher power
Being able to kick my addiction and
leaving you to cower
Yes,
I cry.
Not always loudly.
Not always where people can see.
Not always in ways
that make sense
to anyone but me.
But yes,
I cry.
I cry in the kitchen
when the silence
lands wrong.
I cry in parked cars
after pretending too long.
I cry when memory
arrives uninvited
and sits beside me
like it still belongs here.
I cry for what left.
For what stayed.
For what broke in me
and never quite returned
the same.
I cry for people
I still love in private.
For versions of myself
I could not save.
For all the softness
I had to bury
just to survive
what did not love me gently.
And I know
there are people
who hear that
like weakness.
Who think tears
mean fragility.
Instability.
A failure to move on
with enough elegance
to be respected.
But they are wrong.
Because crying
is not always collapse.
Sometimes
it is proof
that I am still here.
Still feeling.
Still carrying.
Still refusing
to let pain
turn me to stone
just because the world
would find that easier
to look at.
So yes,
I cry.
And if that makes me
too tender,
too honest,
too much,
then so be it.
I have survived things
that tried to make me
emotionless.
Tears are how I know
they didn’t win.
A Poem from my collection, in honor of Suicide Awareness and Prevention Month
I look back to see how many deaths I’ve faced
The dead lie at intervals throughout
My life
Wisdom tells me to not look back
But I can’t keep from turning my head
And staring at the separate deaths
Some horrifying, others merely sad
There are the deaths of sweet promises
That were never able to come to completion
Simply because the person who promised
Was lost amid a world of intoxicating grieving
There are the deaths of lost dreams
That didn’t live past the moment
Leaving me with wounds of yearning
Where there should have been ambition
There are the deaths of old love stories
That couldn’t live through the storms
Making me feel like I’d lost all insight
Into the wonders of a beautiful soul
There are the deaths of friends I’ve loved
Who couldn’t really love me back
So I left them along the way somewhere
Hoping that they would find their heart’s truth
There are the deaths of the years past
When I was so sure that I would stay that way
But found out, on down the road, that I
Would change beyond what I could have imagined
There are the deaths that were fearful beyond words
The ones that took loved ones on to heaven
Those are the deaths that I struggle to look at
With eyes that truly melt with salty liquid
I look back to see how many deaths I’ve faced
The many times I’ve grieved throughout
And it is all a part of my life
Deaths so fatal and real
At times, I fall apart
Do you know how frustration looks like?
Investing two years of your late twenties in someone
just to find out that the person has abandoned you for his family,
with whom you dreamt of building a family.
Do you know what tiredness feels like?
That you are in your early thirties
and so drained out
that you don't want to start with "Hey, what's your favourite colour?" once again.
Now you shall have to turn your loneliness into solitude.
Now you shall have to tell your desires to transform into a celibate
and just wipe away all the wishes to be a bride, to be a mother, to start a household so neatly,
as if you never desired them!
Just because you don't want to start anything
which will lead to futility.
Not anymore.
No more patience left to judge whose fault it was!
(In Memory of my Mother who
journeys beyond earthly shores.)
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A sad, sad day if I must say:
Your simple stay ended today.
In sleepy stay, you took to bed
Dreaming of days which now have fled.
Unlocked the door to see you sleep;
No stirring snore, no sigh so deep.
I rushed to check if you're okay;
No pulse, no speck or stir to stay.
A sudden gush of urgent stare;
Dial police rush to report fare.
So many flings of moment's past,
Pictures and things blur yet outlast.
A helpless feel plunged heart made sad;
Death comes to chill -- breath turned to bad.
Your wrinkled face etched four score scents;
Plus six years grace ere quest now spent.
No words can tell or measure how --
Your tale you tell right here and now.
So much anguish beyond sad ways;
Poise now languished, purged sacred stay.
No more sad pain, no lonely days
Or harsh refrains -- no more replays.
Your wrinkled face speaks of old age;
Struggles you graced in life's harsh stage.
The day's over for strife and pain;
Life's twin hovers: death speaks most plain.
The time has come to take you home;
A sacred psalm to rest not roam.
Leon Enriquez
24 June 2014
Singapore
(Note: This is a short version of
a longer piece which I wrote last
year on 25 June, a day after my
late mother died at her home
in her sleep.)
Farewell, au revoir, arrivederci, auf wiedersehen
to the world that never cared to know my name
To the cerulean seas I've never seen
in which I never swam and searched for shells
and perfect round pearls reflecting rainbows
in the summer sunshine
To the mountains I never got to marvel at
and eagerly ascend to their summits
To the city of my dearest dreams
where I never had the chance to dance
in its palaces and parks
among the flowers and the fountains
To my prince who never found me
to stir my soul from slumber with a kiss
so that I could see colors and know the bliss
of everlasting love sincere and true
To you
As the circle starts,
Storm clouds appear,
Ahead of the road,
A plenty of a tear.
Muscles scream out as the stars charm the unbroken eyelids of the fit.
Fybro has hit!
Find it hard to sleep, the pain gets deep,
Find it hard to sit, for even a little bit,
Find it hard to hold, painful to the touch,
Find it hard to communicate, this hurts so much,
Just want a normal life is the cry,
Anything I will try!
The Drs look to the sky, not knowing why,
The drugs get eaten like pie,
Nothings working as the nights keep me tossing and turning,
Finally, I find what I am yearning,
The release of the pain,
Its been driving me insane,
A week later, fingers crossed I am in the clear,
O no! Storm clouds appear,
As the circle starts.
The pain is too much,
I can’t take it anymore,
It makes me want to fall,
Straight through the floor.
I’ve held it inside me,
For far too long,
I’m tired of being told,
That everything I do is wrong.
The first time was an accident,
But I’ll do it again,
Even though I know,
Cutting is a sin.
I hold the blade in my hand,
Swipe it across my skin,
I see the blood come pouring out,
I think I found a new friend.
You may not believe me,
But I don’t feel the pain,
Even though the blood,
Pours like the rain.
When I see the blood,
Coming from the cut,
I feel the pain leaving,
For my eyes are now shut.
I finally found something,
I can control,
I know when to stop,
I control the flow.
When the blood leaves me,
Other things do as well,
The pain and heartache,
There’s no more to tell.
Searing pain rips through my chest,
As I slip on the painted green stairs,
Running from something I’m not sure
Too afraid to stop, to turn my head.
My heart races, my head throbbing,
If I could just take a deep breath,
To cleanse my soul and refresh,
Where is this dark building I’m in.
Lying in warmth I move my hand,
Red covers me, flowing down the steps,
A peaceful calm envelopes as I view
My Dad with open arms waiting for me.
He is standing now, out of his wheelchair,
Smiling with his crooked grin so sweet,
The pain ebbs and happiness grows
Then I wake again to the dark emptiness.
Written September 23, 2012
For Francine Robert’s contest
“In Dreams”