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





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