For those of you who might follow me on FB or other social media, you know that in the beginning of June, I lost another good friend (and a bit of a romantic interest for a time)–this time to a tragic motorcycle accident.
*David was a fellow poet and a wild-hearted soul. I do believe we were Kindred Spirits. We deeply cared about each other and became very close friends. (Personally, I don’t ever care about my true friends lightly. I form deep bonds with the people I truly let into my life, and I love hard and long and deep.)
And then, like another Kindred Spirit before him, he was gone just like that.
Since losing him, I haven’t had much to say about this particular loss. Not yet. The words haven’t been easy in coming this time around. But I have been writing poetry. He was a poet, too, and it seems like the only way to honor him and process the complications of grief with him is through poetry. There is no other way. I was doing a poetry challenge in June again (30 poems in 30 days), and this was one of my favorite poems I wrote during June…
Wild-Hearted Song – A Poem on Grief, Suffering, and Strength
you have tried to beat me down.
But my heart is a drum,
and every time you pound
it reverberates outside me with
a music that resounds.
Every hit becomes a rhythm,
Every impact is a gong,
and this rhythm-rhyming chiming
is my wild-hearted song.
In June, after he died, I wrote this poem to remember my own strength. Because no matter what, I will endure.
Like and share this with someone who needs to remember their own strength today.
*I will not be writing about him under his real name on this blog, just as I first did when my other Kindred Spirit died. This is to give him or those who knew him a little privacy.
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