I Died Last Night
in arms bereft of bloom
I died last night in the darkened gloom.
I died in arms bereft of bloom.
Tears I’ve shed for lost branches’ warmth,
Yearning more than the memories formed.
And when my heart could cry no more
I, without pause, approached death’s door.
Drawn toward the reaper’s call,
Upon his mercy, I did fall.
I begged to take away the pain.
I died, but then I lived again.
I cried as Sun birthed the new day.
It shone in an unusual way,
When a wayward tear escaped my eye
And hung on my lashes for the breadth of a sigh.
In a microsecond, a macro view,
A monumental vision of hopeful truth.
The world, still breathing the icy air,
It seemed to smile, without a care.
Its soul did shine on the slow-warming day.
It shone with purpose, as if to say
That even through the blackest night,
And even through the harshest fight,
Even when we’ve died in gloom,
In long-lost arms bereft of bloom,
The morning sun will rise once more,
The frost will melt, the soul will soar.
And in the heart a song will play,
A song to welcome the unblemished day.
A song to set the mind at peace,
A song, for darkness to release.
I died last night in an unusual way.
I died, and yet I live today.
And if come night, death finds me then,
Come morning, I shall live again.
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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This is absolutely beautiful, haunting yet full of hope. The rhythm and imagery flow so naturally. Congrats on your Top Story!
A well-wrought and well-deserved top story, Cathy. I wouldn't have been surprised to find this in a classic poetry collection!
A battle cry if ever there was one. Never give up, never say die.
Gorgeous renewal and rebirth poem Cathy! Thoroughly enjoyed! <3
Congratulations on a top story - great job!
"I died, and yet I live today,"- this line will remain with me for quite some time to come. Beautiful work, Cathy, congratulations on your top story! 🥰
Very Nice
The rhyme scheme and flow of this is absolutely sublime Cathy!! Congrats on another well deserved Top Story!!
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Wowza girl! This is so emotionally charged..congrats on top story
This was hauntingly beautiful. A quiet journey through sorrow and rebirth—told with such grace. Thank you for reminding us that even after the darkest nights, the sun still dares to rise. 🌅🖤
I have to say, I don't usually like rhyming poetry, but this was so thoughtful and vivid, I enjoyed it. Nice work.
Beautiful piece there
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This is beautiful and aching. It made me feel both the weight of sorrow and the quiet hope of morning.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Amazing piece!
Such a masterful journey, my friend. I loved the repeating phrases and how you brought this all full circle. Just fantastic, my Queen!!
truly a stupendous and beautiful piece, dare I say masterpiece! congrats on top story.
Brilliant & beautiful!! Congratulations on Top Story!!!❤️❤️💕
You Refined this feeling of death and rebirth in a succinct way!
So beautifully done, Cathy
Nice work!!!
I fell into this imagery of poetic prose watching without hope of ever changing a cycle that is beyond our control. Damn Cathy this is moments away from a Top Story