Letters To My Soul

- HOLE IN MY SOUL -

February,


hanging awkwardly between

winter
and
spring

undecided,
hesitant

and there's me
sitting in this
chair 
writing this
poem
to you

as if you could read it
as if it could be that simple.

Yesterday
I felt so sad, 
so bereft, 
and the edges of the 
hole in my soul burned 
as fiercely as if the 
sky was on fire. 

Sometimes I look at 
a photograph or 
think of you

and I wonder
how it is 

that you died, 

how it is 

that I am still here, 
how I am still breathing. 

Then I remember the 
strength
inside me, 
and I remind myself 
that this strength is 

you

The End

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