Among the living:


I cannot yet put words on paper
that describe what I want to say.
Emotions are so random, still
not held together by my thoughts.
One day,
I'll write you a beautiful poem,
when my heart lives again...
and I learned to 'feel' once more...

In recent nights, when I reached out,
and shared a handful of tears,
a sudden peace came over me,
telling me that you know it all.
Now you know it all:
the silly little things I crave for,
the truth behind my truth.

You whispered...

The importance of living
among the living.

~~~~~~
to my brother
15-02-1979 - 16-06-2007

Is this poem about mental disorder?

Originally posted by Nomzy
Is this poem about mental disorder?

no it isn't about mental disorder,

I wrote this during the turbulent times I went through after my brother died.
I guess it's about greeving and acceptance... with a spiritual touch