It’s been only 14 days since you’ve left us. Poetry has been saving me.
And, art journaling.
The physical act of moving my hands across the paper with oil pastels, water color paints and drawing letters that make up words that string together the phrases that make up the poem gives my mind a break.
My mind needs to be parked some days as thinking about how it’s impossible that you are not here completely creates this angst in me that I don’t even know what to do with. My body is in confusion and not sure if it wants to throw things, scream, stay in bed or cry all day.
It’s not safe to just be alone with my mind all day.
Poetry and art journaling are my life support.
This poem by Emily Dickenson bring peace to me heart, knowing that you are still there – that I just need to whisper and you will be here with me.
And if I go, while you’re still here?
Know that I live on,
Vibrating to a different measure
Behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me,
So you must have faith.
I wait for the time when we can soar together again,
Both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to the fullest
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
I will be there.