Hey everyone hope you’re well.
I found this photograph of a poem I wrote over 3 years ago. I wrote this while my grandad was still alive. I’m not sharing this because I think it is a good poem. It’s not. But what it is, is a glimpse into the demise of my faith and the extent of my heartbreak.
I miss my grandad so much it hurts. Its been 3 years but the pain is as demanding and fresh as it was when these words were written.
I wish I had something happier for you all to read during this hardtime. But anyone who has read even a couple of posts on my blog will know, I don’t do happiness.