How can I live here with all this grief…
… with all these memories and little relief?
How can I live here without being?
How can I live here and still breathe?
Faith. Trust. A hug. A hand. A shared prayer.
… Just Believe – He answered, He appeared.
© Anita Adams 5/7/2018
can be …
physical, heart centered,
here and gone,
a hug or a smile through another’s eyes,
I believe it will ALWAYS come back to where it belongs – your heart – my heart – our souls – our homes.
© Anita Adams 2018
dying feels like drowning
the body slows down
listening for the breath
listening to the heatrbeat
drenched in sweat
longing for oxygen
struggling silently to breathe
all the while there are those around them – praying, comforting, believing they are ready to let go, telling themselves that this is the way he or she would want to go
gurgling, heart pounding, seeking oxygen
here comes another shot of morephine
asking themselves while holding their breath is this when he/she will let go
is this really how he/she or I would really like to let go
a hole is inside of me – my breath is shallower than normal, I have to remember to breathe
she said she was ready
he never said so in those concrete words I’m ready to go
he blew kisses instead as we said goodnight.