The Fall and The Rise, The Sorrow and The Courage

 Dear my love, Kelvin, please accept my deep condolence on the loss of your beloved sister and beloved grandma this year. 

We never been taught how to understand the loss of our loved ones: father, sister, and granny. The grief can be particularly intense. It is accepted as natural part of life with shock, confusion, and also sadness. Grieving becomes significant to welcome those feelings and to continue to embrace the time we had with our loved ones. 

I genuinely appreciate your personal willingness to share what you feel. Let's go hand in hand with this wide range of emotions. This sad news can be the most uneasy challenge we face. It also can be the remembrance to honor them. I am thinking about you who are experiencing restlessness, tightness in the chest, and breathlessness. 

We don't miss our father, our sister, and our granny. It's not a goodbye for they always stay here, with us in our hearts with love and peace. We will continue the bond we had with our loved ones through memories, continuing to think about them, and imagining how they would react to the events happening in our current life. 

I myself, dedicate this poetry to you. I send you prayers, verily with every hardship comes ease. Amen. You're never alone.

- A Wide Range of Colors -

: Kelvin

There is no time like Spring

When life's alive in everything

And a tiny butterfly flaps its wings

What is black? Black is black

the pile of sorrow hidden in a sac

What is grey?

Grey is hope and pray

for all the troubles in yesterday

What is white? 

White is light 

even when the night doesn't seem right

What is color?

It is the rainbow after the thunder

In your eyes

I can see cries and skies

On the day you keep your smile

The chamomile blooms alongside the Nile 

They dance

to present their existence

They become pink when they blink

They become red like the hooded girl adores the sunset

They become orange that speaks about courage

It turns yellow 

when I come to ask us to sit and to breathe slow

It turns green

with the flowers in between

who has seen the wind?

The blueberries are blue

And that is the clue

In the rain, we shall go out in our slippers

with a touch of purple

Jakarta, 2024