The Journey

I always thought that words were

Printed on white paper

With black ink

And that the pen was mightier

Than the sword

And life went on

Accordingly

I thought that the leaves changed

Colors in autumn and green in the spring

That summers were warm

The winters cold

And life went on

Accordingly

I guess I must have walked a thousand miles

With my eyes closed

Because I can’t find the sun nor the moon

The water has evaporated

The leaves disintegrated

The flesh is burnt and the soul is weak

The land is barren and the people are meek

Times are so unforgiving

I don’t want to understand

This mystery

Why did you leave so suddenly

My days are empty without you

But I think that I comprehend

The distance you have traveled

The journey that you have made

I will bring red roses to your windowsill

And watch the robins fly to the heavens

With your soul

With your soul

Author Notes

This is one of my earliest poems that I wrote when my grandmother passed away. It's about how I processed my grief and carry her memories with me today.

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