When the thoughts makes you shiver,

as you realize that the burden still rests on your shoulders.

It drags you down deeper

as your soul retracts from your body as a whole.

The memories are haunting

and somehow the pain just lingers.

Your heart is weary

and tears are wrung dry.

You obsess and remind yourself, that despite it all.. there is still beauty to be saved.

Most nights you wanted to be left astray when really you just wanted to be held,

to be told, “it will all be okay.”

Yearning for my father’s hand to hold, longing for my mother’s touch.

The absence of my daughter’s presence gives me stronger hope, that in time it will be worth it all.

There is always beauty to be saved despite your loss.

You push yourself to the most you can take and more.

You allow yourself that moment to grieve and mourn.

However, more than the burden you carry on,

you thrive on the happiness they show.

Because above everything, beyond it all

There is beauty to be savored, that’s something you’ve already known.