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Always miss him but sometimes this pain is extra bad. It's been 6 years. Moved. Didn't help. Know he's in heaven. He loved the Lord but sometimes it's (extra) bad for me. This pain. You go on. Your muscles move. Your bones move. You do (most of) your chores but sometimes none at all. You help people but sometimes none at all. Only God knows the pain because He's the one that loaned me my soulmate. Only God knows. He's gone. Can't stand this but you do, you know, only sometimes.
I'm glad this touched you in many ways. I wrote this poem when I was in the 9th grade. I am now 25, almost 26, and still write poetry. Thanks!
I was on my own by the time I was 15.5, and on April 21,1979, I aborted the baby I didn't think I could/want to raise on my own. The dad was 24, so with a little thought we know where he stood. To this day (almost 60) I still think of the child I chose to rob of his/her life. I used how my choice made me feel to make sure I never repeated killing another baby.
Be brave and confess your feelings on him. The only way.
I had an affair with a married man for 8 months. I love him like I never loved someone before, but he chose his family. The pain is killing me, and I don't know how to get through it. This poem says it all.
My dreams for you are so vivid
Wish to go back to sleep and relive it.
From my head to my heart, the love follows like a jumpstart.
My best friend was there for me always until this other girl came along. Then we drifted apart. She says she still cares, but I see through her mask, "No, you don't mean it!" I insist. She threw a rock at me one time, too.
It all started when my cousin committed suicide. I got broken up with the day of his funeral, which I was unable to attend because it was in a whole different state. Less than 8 months later, my dear friend and coworker was murdered by her ex-boyfriend. I miss her terribly. We just celebrated her 18th birthday 3 days ago. There was a murder in my neighborhood 3 days after her death, and I spent the entire summer going into this school year mourning. Then in the beginning of the school year one of my best friends got hit by a truck walking to school right in front of my eyes and she died. Two days later an old teacher died of cancer, and a day after that another one of my friends died of cancer. I went less than 4 months until one of my best friends committed suicide about a month ago.
My son passed January 23, 2023. His autopsy is back, and it says accidental overdose. He would have been 22 on February 8th. The girl with him watched him od and didn't call 911 in time. I have this sick feeling inside that I wonder how I will ever make it go away. The more I talk about him the more it feels like he isn't gone. I am not sure If that's good or bad to do because by now, most people are looking at me like, "You're not over this yet," like he was my dog rather than my son. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. To everyone who has lost someone, I'm very sorry for you. Don't let anyone act as if your grief should be over. Take whatever time it takes because everyone is different. They weren't our pets. They were our babies. Hopefully one day I can make something positive come from this. I don't want his death to be in vain. Thanks for reading. God bless!