Carry the Love by L D Wright

Carry the Love…..

Yesterday I cried a little, the pain just got too much, I had to release the gates before tears caused a flood.
Sadness through Grief is the hardest nut to crack, no wonder we all relate it to the colour black.
Left wandering, remembering, reminiscing over times once shared but now we’ll be missing smiles now your no longer there.

Lost at the crossroads, not knowing which road to take, knowing your not going to be there whichever way I turn.

I hate it when this sadness decides to visit, hurts in the very pit of my stomach, takes me back to the times I don’t want to be anywhere near.

The raw emotions, the hurtful feelings, the sorrow, the tears.
I’ve been here many times and it still hurts like hell but I know in time it will vanish but one day visit me again.

I’ll never get use to the way it feels, to be wrapped in emotions, unable to find words. To walk around aimlessly, to visit a memory, to smile then start crying because it meant so much to me.

Grieving isn’t easy, it’s really truly hard and it mixes up your feelings and wraps around your heart. It stamps upon the memories and tears them all apart and you’ll definitely find it almost impossible to cope.

We say our goodbyes, we cry again, we feel that pain like a personal war we became injured in.
There’s no easy fix for what happens next, just one foot forward and hope the other follows it.

People ask how your feeling, well I still don’t know how to answer that. Just carry the grief and hold the love in your heart.

I’ll catch you in memories like a ghost came to visit and I’ll stop for a second too watch you dissappear.

One day someone might write a poem just like this just hope it’s not about me.

It comes to us all, eventually catches us up but until that day I’ll just carry the love.

By,
Lee David Wright

Author: L D Wright

Hi there, I'm Lee, I live in the UK in a small town called Blackburn. If I'm not working in the steel industry or training in karate, I'm out walking and taking pictures. I love taking photos and making them beautiful. I have struggled with depression and anxiety for a very long time. My writing run alongside my issues,  personal pitfalls, and experiences through life. Some experiences sad, some dark, but always honest. I treat my writing as my personal therapist., letting my thoughts out in words. This releases my inner demons and settles my personal head space.

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