June 2, 2010
By Anonymous

I awake, though I was not sleeping, to reality,
The dream I had replaying in my head,
Nightmare is what most would call it,
Sadness, confusion, and the struggle to keep all those emotions inside,
Expected and yet unexpected,
Knowing it would end,
But never really thinking that this good-bye may be the last.
But as the days pass by I begin to find myself again,
My happiness, my love of life, and everything good it brings,
I find goodness in the simple things and draw strength from things I used to cower from,
Love, the greatest gift he could have given me is the most powerful reminder to hold on,
And remeber loved ones as sand,
You cannot hold them forever, but even as you part with them,
They leave traces all around.

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