Ripping the Soul
ripping apart the nucleus of love
tearing at the riptide of shame
pressing into the soul
oozing from the pain
seeping into the decaying brain
cells are left with no release
but to grow less and fester more
such is the diseased brain
such is the life with loss
there’s shame where there should not be shame
there’s blame where there should not be blame
there’s hate where there should not be hate
so much else dies with the loss
so much else goes with the pain of decay
so much leaves
so much goes away
never to come back
taking the time to release these pains
taking the time to allow healing
taking the time to promote growth
renews the soul
A friend lost her husband to dementia just yesterday. It’s all so sad, there was shame and pain as mom got sicker taking care of dad and the kids felt so helpless being so far away.
She does need to take time to heal.
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I am so sorry for your friend. The writing of the poem was fueled from my own experiences with the disease and family.
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