Un-Dearly Departed

Wonder why you gave us life
need some place for your knife?
Scattered glass across the floor
1000 cuts I reach the door

no time left to borrow
the souls filled with sorrow
pretty face and monster eyes
a legacy that we despise

Take my weary hand
Come with me to an honest land
No need to finish what they started
un-dearly departed

Lyrics by Tami Atman, Music by Lisa Yves

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All day I have listened to meditation recordings, music, talks, and popped in and out of live sessions. This music and song helped me feel so validated and understood in my grief for my estranged father. He recently completed suicide by intentionally overdosing on his poison of the hour. The pain and inability to comprehend... meditation and mindfulness have been so incredibly healing and helpful in managing these things. Today, tonight, on Christmas Eve, only another soul who knows this deep and overwhelming pain could reach me. I am so sorry for whatever you had to go through to have this pain resonate... thank you for your outstretched, weary hand. ❤️‍🩹😔

Challenging but resonant. Thank you.