Better than yesterday
When you first passed away and I was torn into shards at the foot of my bed.
Rather than the smog that filled my nostrils when I heard of your passing
Choked the life out of my right hand til I thought I wasn’t supposed to write anymore.
Got through these obstacles.
Got over you not being an arms reach away
got through the panic attacks of my own death
I dug deep in my pain
Didn’t make you an excuse I made you a martyr in my heart dying daily to save me you did
covers like a comforter sweating the bad germs out of my body I recovered from the flu season
Which was your passing…
So many of you have left me standing here
Alone and angry and confused and disgusted and fearful and distrusting and all over the place
Has left me because of your addiction…your lifestyle, your health…because God felt it was time and who can tell God wait
Kicking the Bucket
There are tears unfamiliar that drop
Time has passed and it feels like I can touch the day you died your death is so real.
Dare we move another day and not give thanks for those lives we were allowed
In rhythm and blues we sustain
We listen to the music that heals and dance silently
Let tearful memories flow peaceful
Purpose seeps out of fingertips and we heal
The birds chirp and you hear the wonders of God
Your life is temporary.
Our lives are temporary.
It’s morning we made it.