[ a . b e a u t i f u l . h a u n t ]

Two years ago today, I lost my Nan. Through adversity she lived a full life, dedicated to love and family. She was a beautiful, powerful woman who brightened and added colour to a world even though she was unable to see it.

[ a . b e a u t i f u l . h a u n t ]

Lately I wander,
not mythical corridors
but behind hazy walls
of stiff, stern, reality.
Lately I dream, less.
It’s been two years
and I miss your
beautiful haunt.
The beautiful hunt
you sent me on.
Lately I wonder
whether I wander
relentlessly.
Whether I haunt
myself, torment
myself, torture
my soul,
my heart,
my mind.
And poor memory
robs me of your legacy
your bravery,
your story.
It’s been two years
without you;
I’m sorry I had
forgotten
your lessons,
your life.
I’ll remarry my
constitution,
my confidence,
my charm and my
arrogance.
I’ll relive the
legacy
you left me.
The legacy,
you left us.
You never
left us.

The End

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