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Sometimes sadness can be beautiful
The raindrops falling off the car windowsill and onto its body
Bubbles deflating, into half moons, dissolving
Sadness doesn’t last forever
It’s an essential part of life
I can’t stand to be sad sometimes
But it hates me
It hurts me to feel such intense staggering emotions and anxiety
Paralyzing forms of a prosthetic heart
My real heart hurts too much
To see my own mother go through this again
She loses another piece of herself.
But she gains the resilience of her nature and always has
spiritually good intentions
And she believes. Definitely believes.
It’s increasing and withering away at once.
I’m terrified. Not for her, but for my emotional experience.
Just like the sky’s artwork at the moment, grey clouds rain
their grievances on the below.
The rain eventually slows its pace, becoming a pleasant sight
of pitter pattering droplets.
She is going to be okay. I am, too.
Dawn. Honey. Your willingness to share that deep, raw, honest emotion. You are indeed wise beyond your years. I was yet again moved to tears. And your empathy and intuition. You can say “I told you so” now. Because you were right. Your mom is okay, and you are too. Both getting better each day. Thanks for sharing your journey with us. With me. You know I LYS. 🧡
I remember this day, driving along the beach in Galveston. The rest of us were a little bummed it was raining on a rare day out of the house, but you were loving it and taking picture after picture from inside the car. Now I know why. “Paralyzing forms of a prosthetic heart. My real heart hurts too much.” What a couple of lines! Your depth and facility with words continues to astound me. Yes, we’re going to be ok.
I am speechless, and that doesn’t happen too often. This is wonderful, gut wrenching poetry…truth and hope intertwined with love and compassion. Thank you for putting it out there for all of us to feel.
Dawn. Honey. Your willingness to share that deep, raw, honest emotion. You are indeed wise beyond your years. I was yet again moved to tears. And your empathy and intuition. You can say “I told you so” now. Because you were right. Your mom is okay, and you are too. Both getting better each day. Thanks for sharing your journey with us. With me. You know I LYS. 🧡
Oh Dawn…the deep emotion that runs through this piece, like a river, is as intense as it is beautiful.
This brought tears to my eyes, and made my heart heave, for the battles my own mother has fought, and for the scars crisscrossing her body.
We will all be ok.
Thank you for sharing, thank you for helping me feel this on a different level, and thank you for inspiring me.
LYS.
I remember this day, driving along the beach in Galveston. The rest of us were a little bummed it was raining on a rare day out of the house, but you were loving it and taking picture after picture from inside the car. Now I know why. “Paralyzing forms of a prosthetic heart. My real heart hurts too much.” What a couple of lines! Your depth and facility with words continues to astound me. Yes, we’re going to be ok.
I am speechless, and that doesn’t happen too often. This is wonderful, gut wrenching poetry…truth and hope intertwined with love and compassion. Thank you for putting it out there for all of us to feel.