𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵: A Cᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Hᴇᴀʀᴛғᴇʟᴛ Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ

[Ironic]

W E L C O M E I've been dabbling a bit into poetry recently. I'd like to share my work within this thread. If you have a comment, please PM it to me. I'd like to keep this thread tidy.​ E L E M E N T S These poems vary in themes. Some are happy, some are depressing. This is a reminder that it is okay to be sad sometimes. Not everything has to be happy.​

 

[Ironic]

Springs Tearful Symphony

The air, crisp like a mint's cool embrace
Birdsong echoes through the verdant trees
Warmth, a balm for the soul, yet suffocating
Past horrors linger, haunting this serene space,
Where my soul craves the time that has been stolen from us
New beginnings once within reach, now shattered
My heart in constant disarray, bleeding for eternity
Tainting the blooming flowers with my crimson liquid,
Draining their once vibrant beauty, diluted and subdued.

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B A C K G R O U N D I N F O
The narrative behind this revolves around the poignant loss I endured—the passing of my mother just a day before Easter in 2016, followed by the heartbreaking departure of one of my cherished feline companions, Peach, in April 2023. While springtime carries a natural allure, evoking sentiments of renewal and beauty, for me, it intertwines with sorrowful memories. The seasonal ambiance triggers vivid flashbacks, transporting me back to the raw emotions I grappled with when these significant figures in my life were taken away. It's a bittersweet juxtaposition, as I find myself oscillating between appreciating the seasonal splendor and grappling with the stark absence of my loved ones, who are no longer here to experience its wonders.

 

[Ironic]

Peach Blossoms

Your fur, soft like the fruit you were named after with lingering scents of euphoria
Your eyes, twinkling with wonder and curiosity, my reflection peering back as I stare into your almond-black slits with swirls of gold encasing them
Your paw pads, cushiony and pink in hue - resembling a cotton candy sunset 
Your ears, perked and attentive, waiting for a playful command or love-filled expressions of appreciation
Your whiskers, elongated and white, sensing your surroundings with grace
Your meow, boisterous with a melodic tempo, the melody eliciting my beating organ to rejoice to its tune
Your purr, luring me into a hypnotic trance that warmed my soul and melted away the daily sorrows that plagued me
Your absence, overpowering every majestic quality I doted over, showering my life with a disorderly rain cloud levitating over my head and drenching me daily, reminding me of the gut-wrenching realization you cease to exist in the living world

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B A C K G R O U N D I N F O
As we approach the first anniversary of Peach's passing on April 2nd, I find myself reflecting on the life changes she has missed and the future moments she won't be a part of. Amidst the sorrow, I try to remember the beautiful qualities she possessed that always comforted me and grounded me in reality. Peach, I miss you deeply. Despite having 5 cats and 1 dog now, my heart still feels empty, and words cannot express the void you've left. You'll always be my princess, my DumpTruck, and my baby girl.

 

[Ironic]

Healing with Daisies

In the depths of my tempest
A tumultuous void swirls overhead
Its menacing form daring to wreak havoc
Torrential downpour and icy pellets obscure my sight
Yet amidst the chaos, a solitary seed takes root,
Its sturdy stem stretching tall, shielding me from the deluge
As blossoms unfurl, they tenderly catch the raindrops
Offering solace amidst the storm's fury
Though a few droplets may penetrate my refuge
I find solace, strength, and the enduring splendor of existence yet again

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B A C K G R O U N D I N F O
After Peach's passing, I was in turmoil. Despite already having two male cats and a male dog, I longed for another female feline companion. There's an indescribable connection I feel with girl cats. Nearly two months later, my husband and I visited the local shelter and met Daisy, who was named Butterscotch at that time. The moment she nestled in my arms and comfortably fell asleep, I knew I had to adopt her. She was only six weeks old. Adopting her has been a decision without regrets, transforming a tumultuous time into one of comfort and warmth. Daisy brings light into my life, shielding me from the storm.

 

[Ironic]

My Warmth

Basking in the summer sun's warm embrace
Hot cocoa comforting on wintry days, a solace
The first taste of a cherished meal, sublime delight
Dipping toes in water, hot day's sweet respite
Breeze whispers, skin tingles, windows down as we glide
Through town's bustling rhythm, a tranquil ride
These moments reflect your presence, the impact you've woven into my days
You soothe my storms, grant wings when flight eludes
Embracing me as if I'm the rarest gem unearthed
You're my sunshine, my comforting cocoa, my stars and universe
I adore you

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B A C K G R O U N D I N F O
My husband is my unwavering support, my greatest cheerleader, and the love of my life. I'm willing to move mountains for him, and my love for him is limitless. Together, we've weathered both the joys and challenges of life. Our journey started when I was 14 and he was 15, and since then, we've always found solutions and never let a day end without expressing our love or going to bed with unresolved issues. I love you honey!

 

[Ironic]

The Silent Dread

A persistent ringing fills my ears, an echo that refuses to fade
Darkness, as vast as cosmic kin, envelops me where no light dares to peek through
Am I present, or have I vanished?
I can't discern.
Is this a dream, or mere oblivion?
Are they not the same?
The terror is palpable, sending shivers through my body
Yet nothing soothes the inevitable
Hopelessness suffocates, foreseeing the end, yet ignorant of its arrival
Will there be pain? Will I be conscious?
The notion of peace beckons, but fear engulfs me faster than curiosity ever could
I just hope for comfort, even in the emptiness

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B A C K G R O U N D I N F O
After my grandma passed away in 2008 under hospice care, I believe my true fear of death began. Despite witnessing my Pipi's death in the hospital due to liver failure, the experience was profoundly unsettling. Watching them die, even with the hospice-provided "Gone from My Sight" pamphlet explaining the dying process, never truly prepares you for the reality of it. The process can seem peaceful once you get past the half-lidded eyes and the gradual slowing of their breathing—pausing every minute, then two, then five, then ten, until it stops. But the death rattle is terrifying. You want to help, but you know you can’t. It sounds like they’re drowning in their own mucus... and they probably are.

I vividly remember when my thanatophobia finally surfaced. I was on the school bus returning from a field trip when I thought, "Wow, I really am going to die one day too." Since that day, the thought of my inevitable demise haunts me daily. How will it happen? Will I know it's coming? What comes after? Raised Catholic, I’ve grown more spiritual with age, believing in energies and frequencies. Of course, I wish to reunite with loved ones and beloved pets, but the idea of eternal existence is just as frightening as reincarnation. Yet, endless darkness is the most terrifying... I don't even know.

I wish I could rid myself of this fear and understand it, which is ironic considering I once aspired to be a mortician for a short time since I couldn't become a Veterinarian. Death fascinates me, yet the thought of experiencing it myself is horrifying. You'd think I'd be more accepting, having grown up with a large family and attending several funerals each year, but the fear consumes me daily. I cry about it, wake from deep sleep begging for my life to be spared...

I just wish death never existed.