Oceans Rush

It’s sick

It’s worn

It’s scared

It’s tattered

It’s broken

It’s on fire

It’s traumatized

It’s wounded

It’s lonely

It’s punctured

Abused

Broken multiplied by simply fucked!

And frail

It’s aged

Not like fine wine

But like something I can’t explain with this tongue

I’m left with the corners of my pillow

The least you can do God is send me a therapist!

To help gather me!

To help find my broken pieces!

In Ohio!

Virginia!

Delaware and Pennsylvania !

Only God knows where else I am

On highways and corners

On bar stools and bedsides and alleyways !

That’s the least you can do God is send me somebody to help glue my ass back together!

I needed him

You could have took the child molester, the murderer or the rapist!

There was someone more deserving of death than him

God snatched the rug right from under me

I call God a murderer!

Yea, I said it, He is a murderer!

Not even deserving of the capital “H” or “G”

But since He got me nervous and afraid that I will be next

I reverence him

It’s just plain fear!

Not even the good decency to send him to me in a dream for a brief visit!

Just cruel and sadistic!

I have memories in the cracks of my walls

I will drown in this cheap grief

This isn’t even high-class grief

This is bottom feeder grief

Life was not kind to him

I hope for the day

I can smile again

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  1. wow woman …. you are amazing. This spoke to me in so many ways … ive always felt like pieces of me are scattered in every relationship ive had …. I wondered how many places my pieces could scatter before I have nothing left. I lost my mom a few years ago, and then my grandma a couple months ago… both women are women that honestly mean the most to me in this world… It also took me about 6 months before I dreamt of my mom, depending on your beliefs, 6 months before. Felt like she visited me in my dreams … and I was beginning to fear the existence of an afterlife until she came to me.

    Anyway… I just want to say, you have a community that will always be here to listen and be a literary shoulder. The moments pain eventually become fewer and longer between.

    continue expressing yourself with your art. You are wonderful 💋

    1. I’m so sorry for the late response, I’m not here as much as I’d like to be. I thank you for your comment and self disclosure! I’m soooooo sorry to hear about your mom and grandmother. I can imagine they were strong beautiful women. Losing people we love isn’t easy, the stages of greif can feel like a dark night of the soul. How I manage to live without my husband since 12/13/2020 only God knows. I been fussing with God but He and I are working things out. Thank you for visiting, please come again, I’m heading to your space to read a little on your site, im sure I will be pleased 🙏❤

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