August 18th, a day that will never be able to scratch from my mind.
I was fast asleep on a route to my own version of a fairy tale,
When I was awaken by a "slam" that wasn't kind.
My mom had just gotten a phone call on her Verizon phone.
Loretta Reese was no longer with us.
I felt like a snail moving in a slow motion.
All I could see was red as everyone began to fuss.
The confusion sank in as I began to wonder how?
The news that my grandma had passed was shock.
I will forever miss her smile and loving ways.
She will always have special place in my heart sealed with a lock.
An old poem I wrote from the first assignment:
The rain that hit my face made it easy to conceal my lingering tears from a stubborn, shattered, dead heart.
It was hard to stay poised while I could still feel the
despondent pain.
As I sat on an indigo bench,
I could uncomfortably watch the scene play out over and over
again like a mirage.
He took advantage of my transparent heart and put it threw his
martyrdom ways.
He created what felt like fissures throughout my body and
left me feeling like nothing more then sediment at the bottom of the ocean.
Letting him have this hold on me made me feel turbulent and
hopeless.
Will it ever get better I asked myself?
Or will I slowly decompose all together from heartbreak.
As speaking those words I had an imminent feeling things
were going to change for the better.
There was a break in the clouds and an abundant ray of light
broke through catching the raindrop prisms, creating the most beautiful
rainbow.
That moment was when I knew I could get through this and he
was nothing more then a distant memory now.
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