I post this every October 14th.
It has become a tradition.
wish that it never had to be written...but our life experiences are
what make us who we are. The good, bad, happy, and sad moments give us
the knowledge and passion to put words onto a page and make those
Even the authentically tragic ones.
This is not for you.
This is not for family, or friends, or writers.
These words are not advice, or wisdom, or to be critiqued in any way.
This is not proper punctuation, or grammar, or sentence structure.
This is expression, emotion, and raw reverie.
This is for an eighteen-year-old man,
driving too fast from a story he knows every side of.
Wishing tonight she’d finally choose love instead of lies.
With eyes like stars and a heart bigger than the moon,
who had no idea his midnight ride would be his last.
This is for a seventeen-year-old girl,
sitting beside a wrecked car on a dark winding road,
whispering I love you and promising it will all be okay.
With no idea she is holding a last chance in her arms,
who sixteen years later, is still waiting to say I’m sorry.
This is for a night that loops repeatedly through my mind.
With his mother’s tears forever falling upon that hospital floor,
while his big brother’s scream eternally echoes down that hallway.
Where sixteen years later, a part of my soul still stands in that emergency room,
begging him not to go.
This is because it is October 14th.
Every year on this day, I yearn to bake a birthday cake, find the perfect gift,
and attach it to 888 balloons,
so it will float up to Heaven,
and show him that I haven’t forgotten.
That I will never forget.
This is for him. And for me. And for them.
This is for anyone who knows this feeling.
Who is haunted by a number, a date, a song,
or a place and time you can’t reach.
Who incorrectly assumed there would always be tomorrow.
For those who talk to the stars, and pray an angel is listening.
This is for everyone who has ever loved, or lost.
Who has experienced the beauty of this world, or the ugliness.
Who understands the meaning of tragedy,
but hopes to be spared from it--again.
For those who brave the path of healing,
even when it seems an impossible journey.
This is for anyone living their story.
To anyone who believes in happily ever after, or fears a nevermore.
We are countless characters, with infinite backstories,
creating never-ending plots in this book called life.
We are the sum of our parts, our people, and our experiences.
Moments hidden away in almost forgotten pages,
fluttering like angel wings as the chapters of our life rapidly flip by.
This is not for you, or for him, or for me.
is for each and every soul who has ever felt sorry, guilty, lost,
afraid, abandoned, insecure, unsure, self-doubting, self-loathing,
self-sacrificing, misguided, misunderstood, unknown, unseen, unheard,
unkind, loved, hated, hurt, confused, or alone.
We are all in this together.
We all have a him, her, them, me, or us.
We all live with a mistake, a regret, a burden, a broken promise, or a shattered heart.
We are all living this life one page at a time,
and we all have a story to share.
This is for the stars, the moon, and the angels.
This is for all of us.
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