i don't know
why he let go of his dreams,
but i understand
not wanting to burden others
with his problems;
i understand a sadness so deep and so heavy
that it takes concentration to focus
on what people are saying
but the best listeners are rarely heard—
we've got hearts of gold
in a world where we're misunderstood
our intensity and depth of emotions
aren't something people can take note of
perhaps they prefer the shallows
because oceans can drown
someone,
but i have always been me and i don't know
how to be anything less or more
than who i am;
i am always full of light
sometimes i just don't know how to find it
just want someone to sit in the dark with me
to feel as if all this suffering has meant something
has made me stronger in some way—
they say healing isn't linear,
and i hope where ever my uncle is now
he isn't suffering anymore;
because i know what it's like to bleed.
“To show how my uncle's pain directly caused me to think and influenced my own decisions. I really hope he has found peace wherever he is now.”
Linda M. Crate's poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has six published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018), more than bone music (Clare Songbirds Publishing, March 2019), and one micro-chapbook Heaven Instead (Origami Poems Project, May 2018). She is also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018).
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