Hello, everyone.
In this poem, I thought about the process of what some people go through as they endure a loss.
There are many stages of healing.
No right.
No wrong.
As long as you find a healthy way to heal and find the support you need along the way.
Hugs, everyone.
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The Gift of Madeline Adaire
by: @AprilFitts
Depression:
Time has passed
Since I saw you last.
The lonely night has begun once more.
Denial:
They say denial is acceptable when you first start,
But, what if I never stopped believing you will come through the door with tearful eyes, wide arms, and an open heart?
I could believe you're still here,
with your tasseled hair tucked behind your ear.
I could even imagine we have been hiding under the covers all day,
Just to see the crisp night come so that we can dance the night away.
Anger:
But how can I? You left me!
Why did you anyway? I never did anything to you!
You left me alone and full of rage!
You fool!
You better walk through that door!
You better...
Surrender:
I heard someone once say there are no time limits to healing,
But what if I am tired of feeling what I am feeling?
I could surrender to depression, anxiety, and pain.
I could surrender just to hopefully see you again.
Acceptance:
But without a doubt I know that is not the way out.
Matter of fact tonight, tonight I am thankful for some things much much more.
You gave me an unending gift the moment you went through heaven's door.
She has your tasseled hair and mischievous eyes. They are so innocent and round.
She has your tiny dimple on the corner of her lips, and they pucker ever so slightly when she is feeling down.
Her cheeks are rosy, and so is the tip of her nose.
She even has your long, skinny toes.
So, as you see, I will always love you with all my heart, and even though I wish you were here.
On your dying day, you gave me someone special. Someone just like you.
You gave me your daughter,
Madeline Adaire.
Healing...
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Okay, that's a wrap.
What did you think?
Is this what you picture as Someone who is trying to heal?
Massive hugs to all people that have been through a loss at some point in their lives.
Let your new day and journey of healing begin.💜
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