Death broke my heart twice

the nightmare that has kept me awake for days

Help!
Aloud came the yelp
Ripping through me like pieces of glass
I could see her weary face void of delight
A restless broken soul wilting to the colour of night
Frantically moving her hands in the filthy muddy river as she drifted away into nothingness
Clearly depriving us of togetherness
Suddenly i awoke to the bloodcurdling sound of an owl
Tears cascading down my cheeks
With only the darkness to hold me
And the loneliness to wipe away my tears
Are you still wondering around?
Did you go to heaven?
I pray you see the light,mommy

Reviews

[A.marie.speaks]

I think death continously breaks our hearts. Each time you think it may be the last but some dream, some memory will surface and the heart shatters again. I hope to god, if there is one, that my heart never becomes too hard to break again because that pain is love, that's all, beautiful love in a different form.. no one can help to wonder if they are safe or gone.. in a heaven somewhere or reincarnated and anew.. but your poem reflects what we all feel and fear after we lose someone, thanks for sharing.

[Mary Helda]

I hope so too..thank you for reading and reviewing..i really appreciate it:-)

[Coyote Poetry]

Dreams are the doorway to real life. Bad dreams can be reminders for things to be done. This dream had many meanings. Wishes and concern for dear mother. All we can do as children. Pray our children find peace in death. Sometime peace in life is very hard. Thank you Mary for sharing your powerful poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[Mary Helda]

thank you so much..i am indeed moved by your words

[Coyote Poetry]

I have study dreams and herbal medicine for my whole life. Dreams tell us things we need to know and what we must accomplish. You are welcome.

[jesserose99]

well, I am no dream analyzer, but...sometimes you can make all the characters in your dream you. so if the mother part of you, the part of you that mothers yourself were searching for something within and kept coming up empty handed what would it be. Is there something like that in your life? Is there something the wise part of you is trying to say, that you don't have the luxury of time to not be the mother of a certain part of yourself, and reach within and find something...maybe something loveable? Do you self nurture?

I am clearly no psyco analyst, but maybe I gave you some things to think about? I do hope so, I love your poem.

[Mary Helda]

Thank you..the character in this poem is actually my late mum..i had this awful dream wea she was being washed away by dirty watet and it seemed like she had not rested in peace....it kept wondering...thank you

[jesserose99]

well that is different then, when you dream about someone who passed I think it could be sending you a message, but I don't think it has to do with her not resting in peace I think it has to do with something about a message to you. Maybe she is fading away because she feels you aren't receiving her message. are you still grieving her deeply. is it something maybe she is telling you that you should stop seeking her in the waters, because her soul is gone, and the wisdom of the owl chimes in as a reminder. I don't know..i think I have done enough dream analasys I suppose, it was just so interesting it really gets me thinking. I don't think it has to do with her not resting in peace, I will say as a final feel of intuition...because I will just say I am getting that strongly...but I do feel some sort of message to you.

[Mary Helda]

i think your you may be right..its been two years down the road and i can not let go..sometimes i still think its unreal .i keep seeking for her everywea..using her soap etc...well...you do have a point