You’re Within Me

I could allow the grief to bury me alive.

Just let the loss of you

crush whatever’s left of me.

But you’re not a memory,

you’re a light still shining.

Burning bright, and something I carry with me.

When I speak of you,

I do so without remorse.

I beam with pride.

I speak of your exuberance.

I give them your energy.

I tell them you were art embodied.

Dancing avant-garde, bold and beautiful. Where you went, sunshine followed.

I tell them that you made life musical.

Every smile, a song.

Every laugh, a celebration.

Your life, your light,

changed me in the greatest of ways.

All the love shared between us doesn’t cease simply because you’re not beside me.

You’re within me.

My skin and bones.

My heart and soul.

The air I breathe.

The sun I stand beneath.

You are all around.

You are everything that made me.

And that sort of light never fades.

I’ll take all the love we shared,

and continue sharing it.

J. Raymond

Poem from The Kindred

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Broken Men

The truth is. He is a broken man. And honestly, you’re not meant to fix him. You’re not meant to save him. Change him or even force him to get his shit together. No. If he doesn’t want those things for himself to begin with, then why should you exhaust yourself trying to help him. You can’t make someone care. You’re not his mother. And your love is not meant to be drained by redirecting careless grown men towards their glory. You’re better than that. You have your own problems to deal with. And honestly, you have better shit to do.

-R. M. DRAKE