POETRy
The Silent Room
This room reeks of grief
With one plate less on the dining table,
the room reeks of grief.
The empty chair, makes the emptiness of my heart feel extra heavy too.
Loss is complex,
As we hold each other close to survive the crushing pain.
Yet retreat to our rooms to cry alone.
The silent room isn’t devoid of voices,
It is deprived of faith and laughter.
Faith that screams,
‘we will survive the deep cracks in our hearts’
Laughter that shows,
‘There is life beyond the loss.’
They co-exist like soulmates,
Grief and healing.
They always find each other no matter how much time passes.
There has never been a thing known as ‘moving on’,
We live to help others live,
Hoping to find the will to live for ourselves at the end of the dark tunnel.
We wipe our tears so it doesn’t make us blind.
Blind to the hope that living for the ones
who are gone isn’t foolish.
