The Phone Rang Twice

The phone rang twice

In the weeks after  you died

Once from Aunt and Uncle,

Once from Tracy, who cried and cried

 

The pages of the calendar

Flipped day and night

The phone rang twice

People took flight

 

There were no cards or flowers

In the weeks that went by

The Silence was Deafening

My Soul, alone cried

 

Awkward silences

Were too much to bear

Awkward nightmares

Awkward stares

 

The phone rang twice

Or was it thrice?

Either way,

The silence and stigma

Chilled like ice

 

An Emotional Leper

Dignity sold

Left in the silence,

Left in the cold

 

What did I feel?

Pain, like  inner violence

Not just from your death…..

But from the silence

 

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smoothsailing289

I am a wife, mother, RN, make-up artist, and musician, who also happens to have a mood disorder. Fortunately, I will not let the latter define me. I am also a survivor of suicide loss. This website is dedicated to my brother, Jefferson Joseph Blanton-Harris ("Joey"). This site is to share thoughts about beauty, fashion, and most of all, mental health. Because fabulousness starts with good mental health! ~"I only want to see you laughing in the Purple Rain" - Prince

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