Unsent Letters

Today we share an anonymous guest post. A poem, introduced by the author. And a beautifully raw one at that.

Have you ever imagined finding those hidden letters your grandparents once wrote? Ever dreamed of reading them just so you could get a little closer to knowing them and who they were, how they expressed themselves?

Why does one even write a diary? Perhaps in the hope that one day we will read back and make sense of our mind that was searching for answers at the time….in love, in fear, in delusion….

Do we secretly hope that one day someone will find it and understand us? Is it a cry to be understood in this world of confusion?

 UNSENT LETTERS

What would the unsent letters to you say?….

I miss you but I’m trying hard not to

If you don’t “feel it” that’s ok,

I’m letting go, but not quickly.

Good times shared with you

fill my memories with smiles,

smiles that turn when I remember reality.

Reality being that you’re not here.

You’re not here now.

And although a piece of me is tempted to hold on and hope…

it’s only a small piece.

I could hold on and hope

but what good will that do me in time?

I love you and It’s hard letting go

but I realise I need to learn to let go

of the ones I love eventually.

Another unsent letter may….

Question what I should do

I could request that you stop sending me messages

but I’m afraid.

Afraid I’ll shut that door completely,

Although it’s hard to read your words of honesty

as it’s confusing me.

It’s good to know you’re feeling something now

even if it’s withdrawals you feel….

You’re feeling something right?

You’ve sent me messages of thanks and blessings

which I’m yet to acknowledge you for

so instead I call this the unsent letter

as I’m yet to be clear.

I’m yet to be complete of what we shared.

There are so many things that make no sense.

Accepting it for what it was and leaving it at that,

then believing in a future friendship in this raw state….

I don’t think I can carry that.

I’m strong but not strong at hiding

truth…..

It being that when I close my eyes and think of you

I remember your arms around me and mine around you….

“you’re good for me you are”

I’ll miss you and then I’ll move on……

and what will be will be.

 -Anonymous (22.12.2011)

When was the last time you expressed yourself through poetry?

Was it yesterday? Last year? In high school?

If, like many of us, it is the latter – we invite you to pick up a pen, let go and let the words flow.