A Journey Through Memories
I write extensively about grief, yet when another loved one departs, words escape me. Memories become my companions, constantly replaying moments shared with that person in my mind, gradually fading like the end credits of a movie. It doesn’t mean I cease thinking of the one I loved (and still love); rather, I’ve halted the constant rumination, and with time, the pain associated with reminiscing subsides.
The fragrance of their cologne or perfume may now evoke tears of joy. I’ll eventually arrive at a place where I can smile at the memory of them. Though not fully there yet with this loss, I know I’m on the path to healing.
The following is one of my most recent poems addressing loss:
Bad Place
If you’re in a better place
Then where am I?
Void of gratitude for longevity
Lest I lie
Darkness falters my ability to make light
And adheres to my core
Seemingly bonded
Blinding me to future forecasts of hope-
No foresight
It Mocks
Whenever I anticipate abundance
Within this worldly tenure to pursue
Therefore,
Blanket me in dirt
And let me lie down next to you
Maybe then I shall prevail
The day you departed,
I entered hell
You’re in a better place
Or so they insist
And so I’d like to know
What place is this?
–Christine Murrain
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