Re-Birth
We all have our demons to deal with
Mine has been child loss.
To find our way to some degree of normalcy
We must seek out our pathway to healing.
Healing does not make the hole in your heart fade
Nor does the pain ever go away,
It all becomes tolerable as time passes.
Some are blessed with natural ways of fighting back
Writing is an outlet for some,
Others struggle to find their way.
My grief journey is throwing me onto a new path
I continue to search for direction.
Change is the only means of survival.
I have learned that when you lose someone you love
A part of you is gone… forever.
As you are knocked to your knees with your heart wrenching loss,
another part of you slowly begins a rebirth process.
Your strength gradually builds,
You start to emerge as a changed person.
And so the journey continues.
Each day when I see the sun rise and set I am reminded of a promise for a new beginning.
In Memory of my son, Dustin
Forever 16, Forever Loved and Forever in my Heart
(MonWE, GWE 7/02/12) Let’s Hear From the Amateurs
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Comments: 103
I appreciate your friendship Diane.
Carol, this is brave and beautiful poetry!
Thank you for reading Granny.
It was really tender reading down through your comments ladies. Thanks for sharing that.
I trust all is well with you... and your new icon.
It is my first submission to GWE.
All I can write about is my broken heart for now.
Thank you for this brave piece now featured on What It's Like To Be...
We look forward to more of your work. ~ Sam
Life is all about the little things.
Thank you again.
I am always amassed by the fact that the Eskimos have over 100 words for snow, the English language only has two or three words for "sorry."
This was the hardest thing in the world to do but within just a few minutes she took her last breath.
This was in 2005 and I still grieve..She was like my own child and my feelings were so close to how I felt when I lost my own baby in the second trimester of pregnancy.
My Sister has come to me many times and I could feel her sit down on my bedside and hear her words, Momma it's time for my insulin and my breakfast..
These are cherish times..The visits are not so close together as they were.He spirit is at rest. She knows Moma is okay and just waiting to go home to her.
What I would give to feel Dustin come and sit with me, I will not give up hoping. Thank you for your support and for sharing your pain.
Good to see you.
I admire your strength~it would've killed me.
The picture is absolutely beautiful & makes you want to search & look for another pure dawn!
Love and hugs - S.
I wish the same back to you my friend.
When my daughter was an infant she was very ill. She is still struggling with issues, but she is alive and I am grateful.
As a teacher, I have lost several students. I have felt the pain, empathized with the parents, grieved with them. But at the end of the day, a parent's grief is their own.
Thank you for sharing this post; it is a lesson in strength, courage and love.
A teacher, I am sure your students adore you. I sense a loving and giving attitude with you. Good luck on your redefining journey.
There are so many ways to heal,
I suspect some that we do not even realize
are taking place.
(One of these may well be your own thoughtful writing on Gather, do you think?)
An important reminder you have shared.
As you know, I am only beginning to write from my years of journaling and am so pleased to have it accepted in a non-judgmental way here at Gather. It all comes straight from the heart.
Good to see you.
I cannot imagine anything worse than the loss of a child.
Thank you for your support.
Thank you for sharing with Watching The Wind Blow By