I found this...

I was looking around in my email for an bible verse and I found this poem I wrote in the fog of my mom's passing. I thought it was pretty good, so Im posting it here.

Its almost like my world has stopped

shifted realities

I exist on a plane not like yours

I see what you see

but its different

I am walking with you

but im not

My world has stopped

and yours continues

doesnt anyone see me?

Cant anyone hear me?

Does anyone feel what I feel

deep in my chest

the hurt

the pain

the constant reminder

of loss?

Where are you mom?

Why are you gone?

Can I be selfish

and wish for you back?

Does it even work that way?

Even if I wished

my wish would be washed

like the waves of the sea

insignificant

as I seem to be

I am lost in a fog

I walk alone

there are things in my chest

beating to get out

but no words for escape

no sounds for the pain

the tears dont even help

the groans cant mend the wound

I am stuck wondering

alone

I am grasping at straws

pulling at threads

nothing seems to help

I cant stop the thoughts

in my head

take the pain away

I cant get it out

someone come to my reality

and let me out

...
please let me out