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I Am Stuck in the Middle of My Story

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For All Who Grieve

We never really lose those we love; even death cannot end the relationship of love. We feel them in so many unique ways. We feel them in their belongings, their clothes, their perfume, their photos, their funny and loving messages in the chat, their handwriting, their favorite songs, their beautiful words, the dreams they left behind, and most of all the beauty they added to our lives.

Their words of wisdom stay with us, as do their memories that never fade. Still, life is challenging when no one knows about your grief when everyone is too busy, and you feel alone. When others make you feel helpless and lonely. The poem is a dedication to everyone who has lost a loved one.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

— Voltaire

I Am Stuck in the Middle of My Story - a Poem

I am stuck in the middle of my own story,
The days are warm, but the nights rainy.

My eyes are wet, so I cover them.
They tell everyone my story

For so long, I kept myself isolated,
My soul - burdened, and exhausted.

On my heart, are the scars of a huge loss,
A heavy heart now feels weak.

One day, the burden will be lifted,
I will be at ease and peace.

Somewhere 6 feet under the ground,
Sleeping and dreaming of Paradise.

There will be fountains and valleys – you'll be with me
There's a lovely garden, we'll sit in peace.

I'll hold your hand, put my head on your shoulder
Will tell you how I managed when you were gone.

Then we'll pray to God to turn us into Birds of Paradise
And will sing love songs for those on Earth.

"Oh! these dreams again - I have no control"

Alone in my room, I am here thinking of you
Crying alone, letting nobody know...

My Love, this world may never understand our connection,
Perhaps I will avoid expressing my emotions

Maybe no tears are needed for this pain and separation
Let this burden of the heart turn into an explosion

An invitation to death - together for eternity,
I can no longer rely on fantasies.

Then a Light shines in my room
Telling me wherever I am, God is with me.

My inner then speak to me about Love and Light.
There's Light everywhere if I want to see

I came into this world alone, empty-handed, and
I'll have to leave like this.

When did I bring something of my own?
All I have is a gift from Thee.

You, my love, were a gift from God, and
Returned to Him, and so will I.

So why am I crying when I know He Loves us?
When He brought you into my life once, then separated.

Why can't He bring us together in Paradise?
I trust in Him and pray He will choose me to do some good deeds.

Till the time we again meet-
Pray to God to help me, that's all I need.

I am responsible for the energy I release in the world

I am responsible for the energy I release in the world

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.

— Rumi

© 2022 Misbah Sheikh

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