Fallen Angels
44 years I have been here on this Earth.
I have learnt to believe this life is more blessing than curse.
But in the 44 years I have seen...
So many Angels fall in front of me.
They say the price of great love is great loss.
Therefore I am blessed to of had those in my life.
But the hurt that remains and stains the soul...
Is not to be healed like the wound of a knife.
Funerals and graveyards are as familiar to me.
As the moon, the sun, the wind and the sea.
As spiritual as I know I am and forever will be.
Losing someone you love is far from easy.
I will honour my feelings as I will continue to grieve your loss.
I know for the price of love that this is the cost.
My faith in life’s grand design maybe weary...
And as I write these words I maybe teary.
But I believe in life, In love which is eternal.
I believe in an end to heartache and pain.
I believe in a world where things will be better.
I believe that I will see you again.
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Steven Baldry
I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.
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Wow. sorry for your loss. Very well written.
Stay strong, Steven