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me for the funeral on Sunday, leaving me to deal with my grief alone.</p><p id="402d">I am still unable to write prose even in my journal since my ability to form complete thoughts is currently severely limited. I do have flashes of images though, of him as a kid, staying with me when his parents were on a trip, him coming to console me when I lost my father and just a variety of happy memories that occur like a collage seen through a kaleidoscope. He was just 33 years old.</p><p id="b500">Although no words can adequately express this amazing person that I was blessed to know, I feel the need to begin at least trying as the shock starts to wear off and the words become a bit more accessible. This poem is my first effort.</p><p id="2bc3"><i>Natalie Frank (Taye Carrol) has had her poetry featured in several anthologies including Untimely Frost. Her fiction has been published in Haunted Waters Press, Weirdbook Magazine, Siren’s Call Publications, Lycan Valley Press and Zero Fiction among others. Her collection of poetry, <a href="https://smile.amazon.com/dp/B082LXLV84?tag=amz-mkt-chr-us-20&ascsubtag=1ba00-01000-a0049-win10-other-smile-us000-pcomp-feature-scomp-wm-5&ref=aa_scomp_srdg2"><b>Disguised I Breathe, In Love I Hold</b></a>, can be found on Amazon under her pen name, Taye Carrol.</i></p><figure id="8ebf"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*WDHIWtnGiVMjEPlD2lgXPA.png"><figcaption></figcap

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In response to the sudden death of a much loved friend

Credit: Tanya Hall on Public Domain Pictures (CC0 Public Domain)

Waking to low hanging clouds That form barrier Trapping the air underneath Causing my heart to further clutch My breath to come hard In the time after those first moment In which I forget Pulling a robe around me The pain causes me to freeze Unable to take a step forward or back To the right or the left The pressure builds Pushing at me from all sides And I gasp As a hand squeezes the air from my lungs Then As the tears start anew The clouds break apart And sunlight previously blocked From offering it’s healing touch Shines down to brighten all around me Like a smile wide enough To crinkle the eyes Or a voice saying This soul will ascend To grace the heavens And watch over all who it loved And whose lives it touched Below

I received terrible news Thursday afternoon, learning that someone who I’d known for several decades from the time he was literally a child had died suddenly. Because of the impact of the coronavirus on air travel in the area, with people who already have tickets in the future scrambling to reschedule them to get home name, I wasn’t able to get a flight in time for the funeral on Sunday, leaving me to deal with my grief alone.

I am still unable to write prose even in my journal since my ability to form complete thoughts is currently severely limited. I do have flashes of images though, of him as a kid, staying with me when his parents were on a trip, him coming to console me when I lost my father and just a variety of happy memories that occur like a collage seen through a kaleidoscope. He was just 33 years old.

Although no words can adequately express this amazing person that I was blessed to know, I feel the need to begin at least trying as the shock starts to wear off and the words become a bit more accessible. This poem is my first effort.

Natalie Frank (Taye Carrol) has had her poetry featured in several anthologies including Untimely Frost. Her fiction has been published in Haunted Waters Press, Weirdbook Magazine, Siren’s Call Publications, Lycan Valley Press and Zero Fiction among others. Her collection of poetry, Disguised I Breathe, In Love I Hold, can be found on Amazon under her pen name, Taye Carrol.

If you enjoyed reading this poem, you might like these as well:

You can also find links to all of the articles, stories, fiction and poetry I publish on Medium here. Thanks for reading!