I remember I wrote some verse
for my brother
About who the lucky one might be,
But for the life in me
I can’t quite remember what the words
were meant to be,
I wrote it down, I did,
But didn’t dare to share it,
It was my love
It was my pain
It was grief all wrapped up in vain,
It was private
And it was how I let out
The dark bubbling in my veins,
But turns out now
I not only lost my brother
But even the art
To a world where I remember,
But not quite well enough;
Not in its whole
And ever so slightly in the rough.
©️Jana Pelzom 2023
I wrote this when I couldn’t find a writing that helped me process my emotions when I lost someone. I managed to find the poem I wrote again but I thought this one turned out alright and wanted to share it.
