By E.M Imagine…I see you in a garden of roses.I get to hug you, to kiss you. I get to tell you about my day.I get to sit and chat with you.Wouldn’t it be lovely? Imagine…Us eating our favourite snacks. You telling me about the things you did, what you found out. The endless advice, … Continue reading Wouldn’t it be lovely?
I never thought I’d experience different kinds of grief in 2025. They say that 2025, the Year of the Snake, is the year of shedding. True enough, I had a lot of shedding done — not by choice. It left me with no choice but to face it, and all of it was painful in … Continue reading Grief: Through my lens
I thought grieving was just like being sad, cry and then that’s it. You move on, like nothing happened. Like it’s the most normal thing. Cry when you remember and then continue on your day. That’s what I thought, that’s how it felt like when I was 12. Little did I know, losing the very … Continue reading Side by side with grief
Till we meet again A poem about moments and goodbyes By E.M The angels called, they said you needed to goWith pleading eyes, I held - I couldn’t let you go Stay, I said.You smiled, I held you tight.Just a few more minutes.I want to say my goodbyes.The angels called, they said it’s time. Rivers … Continue reading Till we meet again
NYE was a strange day. Now that I’ve sat with it, I think it was a special day. The day was cold, and I was feeling less enthusiastic and miserable. I felt restless and anxious, crying here and there, not really understanding why. Maybe because it was NYE, grief, and the thought of entering 2026 … Continue reading They were here
New Year’s Eve — the beginning and, at the same time, the end.Looking back on 2025, it has been a tough year. It hasn’t been all bad — I am still grateful for the good — but it was emotionally charged. I never thought that gain and loss could be experienced in such a short … Continue reading New Year’s Eve: the reflection
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