Stuck in the dark
Sleepless nights
And sleepy days
Where I long to see your face
And hear your voice
Because even a ghost
Is better than living without you
Why live in the waking world
When all there are
Are memories of you?
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Author’s Note: This poem is for my father, who has been going through a bout of depression since my mother died in July. I don’t know how to help him other than to be there for him, but as an outsider looking in, this poem is how I see how he is feeling right now.
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Comments (3)
Sending all the love and positivity y'all's way. I hope you are all able to find peace. Death is cruel and unfair. <3
I remember when my dad lost his wife, he told me that for the longest time, he went through his days as if he were sleepwalking. I hope time brings your dad some peace.
I ask people in groups I do at a mental health crisis shelter, to cry, laugh, even fake laughter works, do art - any kind, music, drawing, painting, dance, writing, poetry. Create with your hands, building things. So many forms of art. Most are not laughing or crying, and even when artists, they are not doing their art.