just in awe of life
i never thought it would be like this
remembering the days my mama sang
crying because we didn't have enough money
hearts pressed together in the dark like a torch
i'll never forget how my sick puppy taught me what death was
the taste of honeysuckle by the softball field as i ran
then my grandfather was gone too. oh...we don't just run...away
the sun was always warmer in June like an embrace
i became trauma, a teabag steeped in a teacup too long
love by another name was born when i loved myself
the sea swallowed me whole, feet first like a giant
the ships became safe in the harbor again, lighthouse built
i didn't want to leave, to let go
forgiveness was planted
"i knew you"
"you did but i'm no longer you"
"don't abandon me too"
"we're together now and i'll always listen to you"
another door
left open
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R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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this is a journey, some days I am way better than others. Thank you for sharing
So beautiful; I am reading Don Ruiz Miguel's, "The Four Agreements" right now and "self-love" is truly a test of faith. I always put myself down and suddenly I am a 61 year old who discovered a lot of "I wish I had's". If I could give any one gift to a friend or family member, the lesson of loving who they are and forgiving their faults would be first on my list. I hope this make T.S.!
"i'll never forget how my sick puppy taught me what death was" "i became trauma, a teabag steeped in a teacup too long" Those were my favourite lines. Your poem was so poignant and I loved it!
I love the theme and rendering of this beautiful poem. Loving ourselves is the hardest lesson of all.
So good! 🩷
My goodness R.C! This was all kinda feels! Those times versus these times. Community versus digital age. Some things can't compare on equal footing and sometimes...it really doesn't matter. Elegantly done my friend 💕
Very relatable and beautifully written.
It is a nicer way of thinking. Other wise we can't get rid of guilty.
This is beautiful - another door left open is an amazing ending. ❣️
Your ending was so stark and perfectly executed. Amazing piece! The teabag steeped for too long was a great metaphor.