WritingForRecovery

A speck of light The moon in the night A simple spark To guide me through the dark A minute flare Realizing I do care A sparkle here A flash there It’s becoming clear There’s a reason I’m here In many deadly pursuits I am discovering my roots The foundation that has been elusive Is now giving me an exclusive There is a reason I’m alive And I intend to thrive I’m seeing now that all the pain Has created a person I can no longer restrain My strength, my compassion, my view All coming to life and shining through That spark is in my heart My soul and my art My hope is that this small flame Will become a raging fire

words cannot explain the magnitude of the grief I feel 7 years of pain it still doesn’t feel real there are so many things I should’ve expressed that I loved you and I thank you should’ve been honest about being depressed but instead I just worried you I know we didn’t always get along we argued, we fought, we disagreed but even then your love held strong you were eventually able to fulfill my needs you weren’t there when I was little when I was hurt, sad, and brittle you didn’t see the signs didn’t have the time sometimes you wouldn’t even try to understand you got angry when I planned to