Moss.

Loss is frightening,
it is quite heightening,
Loss forgets about delighting.

Loss is like moss,
seeps underground,
with time grows all over you.

It wears different colors,
likes to be bothered.
It feels everything,
and nothing at all.

It comes and go's,
will teach you to cope,
to not forget hope.

 Loss has a beginning,
and if you let it,
no end.

-M




  

Stages.

I wish you were here to see who I have become.

I wish you could see the holes and fill them with your full hands and big smile.

I wish you would be the one to hold my heart when I have lost who I am, because you always understood the true parts of me.

I wish you would settle me, encourage me, and teach me to fight for people who would fight for me.

I wish you could help me understand more of this love thang, I have a hard time trusting myself in it.

I wish you could hug him.

Tell him how loved he is and will always be,
You were so good at that.

I hope that you see me, living my life day by day and embracing people as much as my heart can take.

I hope you see me being imperfect, but fighting for more.

I know you are proud.

I know you would love him.

I know you wish all these things too...

-M