#FoDiByLi Creative Writing
And she is with us. There is often no reason to force the words for they will come. The words often unknown until they are committed to paper. I miss mum. Getting to Carnoustie was hard, we all resisted and dragged our heels, but we are here now. It pains me that she is not... Continue Reading →
There are few things more disheartening to a writer than acknowledging and admitting that they are experiencing writer’s block. Yet, this is where I find myself. Once again I am staring at a screen trying to find words to tell a story that I know every minute detail of. Trying though to put the words... Continue Reading →
This was the day on which my mother died. On this day, I learned the meaning of pain And though time has passed, this hurt will remain Long after the tears that have fallen dried. I have forgotten, but I cannot hide From truth, anymore than I can from shame. I have lost the one... Continue Reading →
Sometimes the silence is too difficult To listen to, to hear, to acknowledge It can be filled, but it always returns Every return harder to filter. Each time that you are forced to acknowledge, That the only voice, for that you listen, Is the voice you must accept, you cannot Hear again, as it... Continue Reading →
The difference between sickness and death, The same as breathing and that final breath. Remarkable in its finality, Comfort and grief, a strange duality. From my world of hurt, pain unlike any other Repress the pain of losing a mother. It cannot be done I have come to learn To get by yourself you... Continue Reading →
Written on Tuesday, 18th September 2018: On the 8th September 2018 my mother’s physical journey ended. Where death for me has always come with a fear of nothingness, what her passing taught me is that the end of a physical existence is just the beginning of new existence. One in which the spirit and energy... Continue Reading →
I wanted to write something grand and beautiful. I have tried a few times now, to find words enough to express an experience so profound it has left me changed and very much in shock. On the 8th of September 2018, at exactly 8:00am my mum died. The drafts I have will likely be developed... Continue Reading →