Sit with me when I go
Til deep in your bones you know
That I am gone
This is to help you lean into your grief
You will not find closure
There is no such thing
Take all the time you need
Watch me in my endless sleep
Letting all our memories
Drip down your cheeks
Remember my voice
And the way that I’d speak
Listen
You will still hear me
Touch my hair
Hold my hand
As I grow cold
It’ll help you understand
That I came and I went
And that its okay
That that was it
And you still greet the day
That’s how it should be
Time rolls along
with or without me
Take in the Sun
Behold the Moon
You too, will be here soon
I am not afraid
I am not alone
I am simply no more
Hold on to who I was
Let go of who I’ll never be
Send silent praise
That I’m a part of your history
You are the best parts of me
I am free
I am free
1-9-20 (mother)
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Writer. I write to discover who I am. 📓Enneagram 4/sx, 🖤 (wallowing in my self-induced darkness is where it’s at, yall🎉) Gemini♊️ Lover of Humans, especially those that I created. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Rebuilding after deconstructing from fundamentalist Christianity. ☯️Lover of paganism, pantheism, Quakerism, the Divine Feminine, and the Stars.🔮💎 Depending on the day and moon cycles, I’m landing somewhere between atheism, agnosticism, and universalism with faeries and gnomes. 🍄🧚🏼♀️Reader of all the things.📚 Avid Skeptic and Questioner without solid answers. 🔍Homeschool/public school enthusiast, former public school teacher, current homeschooling mom✏️Unapologetic 🏳️🌈 Ally. She/her pronouns. 💜Believer of Science. 🧬Wife♋️🤣 Grateful to be here for my moment on the timeline of life. 🌳
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Beautiful and heartfelt, Stacy. But it’s so hard to let go of those we love after they’ve gone.
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Absolutely, I don’t think we ever do.
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Thank you^^^
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Never gone. Goodbye is just an illusion. They are there in the stars, chambered in the heart, echoed in the soul and waiting…
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