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asahi-tora-art
8 months ago

I can’t say I understand it fully, but it does strike a chord within me. I read over it three times by now and I think I have a basic level of comprehending what is going on, but then again I am not sure. I still love how it is written and the emotions of grief, resignation and uncertainty it conveys for me.

it’s late when he arrives. it always is. and like always, grief turns the silence into an unholy booth where my humanness is laid bare: our routine is old. i know what to do: forgive me father, my anguish takes me further and further away from you. with my contrition over my confession begins: i must admit, i don't know who i am with you. i don't think i knew who i was without you. i don’t know what i am. i don't know what to be with my brother gone. with gentle reverence, grief gifts me a tenderness i have not earned: i’m sorry, my darling. you’ll never quite figure it out. but you’ll never be alone. i’ll be with you always. you will learn to live with me. you will try to learn to live without him. i’m your brother without his body. your love for him now belongs to me. i’ve no choice but to weep: for my love: for his love: for his loss: for my loss: for my brother who will never know what it’s like to not have a sister: for me: for me: for me: but you hurt i say then grief lays himself prostrate at my feet to once more share his grave wisdom: i know, my dear. but such is the nature of loving.

i wonder just how many men have been killed by their own stubbornness.

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poetry cw grief beautiful beautiful sharing this again bc i don’t think it’s getting the recognition it deserves sharing this again bc i don’t think it’s getting the recognition it deserves
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asahi-tora-art
8 months ago

I can’t say I understand it fully, but it does strike a chord within me. I read over it three times by now and I think I have a basic level of comprehending what is going on, but then again I am not sure. I still love how it is written and the emotions of grief, resignation and uncertainty it conveys for me.

it’s late when he arrives. it always is. and like always, grief turns the silence into an unholy booth where my humanness is laid bare: our routine is old. i know what to do: forgive me father, my anguish takes me further and further away from you. with my contrition over my confession begins: i must admit, i don't know who i am with you. i don't think i knew who i was without you. i don’t know what i am. i don't know what to be with my brother gone. with gentle reverence, grief gifts me a tenderness i have not earned: i’m sorry, my darling. you’ll never quite figure it out. but you’ll never be alone. i’ll be with you always. you will learn to live with me. you will try to learn to live without him. i’m your brother without his body. your love for him now belongs to me. i’ve no choice but to weep: for my love: for his love: for his loss: for my loss: for my brother who will never know what it’s like to not have a sister: for me: for me: for me: but you hurt i say then grief lays himself prostrate at my feet to once more share his grave wisdom: i know, my dear. but such is the nature of loving.

i wonder just how many men have been killed by their own stubbornness.

Tags :
poetry cw grief beautiful beautiful sharing this again bc i don’t think it’s getting the recognition it deserves sharing this again bc i don’t think it’s getting the recognition it deserves
238 notes View Post