#freeverse #poetry
The past is a country I don't often visit
Some of it contains the darkness
That was part of my life back then.
Surviving domestic violence and being
Alive to tell the tale is a blessing.
Losing my younger son, Evan, to a
Heroin overdose, aged just twenty-two,
Makes October a bittersweet month.
It contains both his birthday and the
Anniversary of his very tragic death.
Grief is where love goes; the greater
The love makes for a lifetime of grief.
People say you will get over it, but
You never do; instead, you accept it
And then learn to live with it, holding
That love and grief inside your heart.
But when October comes, so do the
Memories, good and bad, overwhelms
And makes me melancholy at the
Unfairness of life and at how I have
Outlived my own son, and yet I know
His pain and anguish have gone, and
He is a free spirit wandering where
Souls go to their new beginnings.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2025
VIXEN of VERSE 
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