by Emma Lundstedt
I thought I wouldn’t be able to do this you know,
I thought the world would never look the same without you.
Without your poetic words always lingering at the top of your tongue,
without the endless thoughts and stories that never failed to amaze me.
I thought I would stop being me you know,
I thought I would never be the same without you.
Without your voice sounding like my favorite melody,
without your gaze that made my cheeks turn pink.
Pink like the lilac sky when we watched our first sunset.
But today I woke up,
and the sun was shining brighter than ever,
and as I felt the warmth on my face,
I realized that it was not only the sun that was shining.
It was my soul that had finally peeked a hole in the darkness for a stream of light to shine through.
The blueberries I ate were sweeter today, and bluer.
And my smile was bigger today,
and I cried a lot.
But it was not the usual tears of sadness.
It was freedom. That’s the word I’m looking for.
Join the tribe!
Would you like to see your poems and late-night musings published and read by hundreds? Would you like to know that whatever you went through and poured into words can be a healing medicine for someone else?