Missing Brooke Poem- Brett

I’ve been feeling a lot of comfort from Christ and Brooke, I think I’m OK and then I’m not. Grieving is basically impossible to really put into words. I wrote the below rambling late one night - just a glimpse into the roller coaster of emotions. I love you Brooke!❤️

Missing Brooke 6/27/18

Mental anguish, emotional pain, neurons firing rapidly, consuming the brain, dendrite trees smoldering then bursting in flame, hot searing nerves, shoot down below, next the heart begins to glow, red hot lava, spewing forth, courses through your veins, red and blue color vanishes, only violet remains, the hottest visible spectrum of light, symbolic of the consuming emotional fire within, but emotional pain, charging down the same neural pathways of mortal frame, overflows its bounds into physical scorching pain, every fiber, every cell, every atom, your individual protons, electrons and neutrons further into your quarks and gluons, the most excruciating tortuous sensations reign, gluons dissolve, quarks fly apart, protons and neutrons explode at the subatomic level, your atoms cease to exist, cells are no more, complete dissolution of substance scattered to the universe in a burst of unimaginable pain and anguish, no physical structure can contain, red hypergiant stars cease to give their light, black holes explode, their event horizon compromised, expanding ever outward pain and anguish consume and destroy, the universe crumbles, the multiverse vanishes, all matter simultaneously ceases to exist, for no vessel can carry the grieving sorrow of a mother and father’s anguish for their departed daughter.

Daddy misses you Brooke – I know you’re now able to fly freely among the red giants, white and blue dwarfs, neutron and sequence stars, zipping through worm holes, black stars, parallel planes in the mortal and spiritual realms, faster than the speed of light you can go, here and there in a blink of an eye, are you bound by time?, can you simultaneously be in two places at once in our physical world with your spirit?, travel back in time?, as some prophets have said, my tiny tiny mortal brain can’t even comprehend your capabilities and capacity, I know you’re doing WONDERFUL, I feel your warm smile, I sense your flowing red hair, your penetrating green eyes bore into my being, your charitable heart warms my saddened soul, your gentle ethereal caress wipes away my tears, your vibrant glowing spirit, calms all my fears, gluons bring back together my quarks, reassembling my protons and neutrons, atoms reappear, cells vibrate with life, fibers nit back together, molten liquid fire cools in my veins, red and blue color returns, heart slows to normal, nerves sing with delight, dendrite trees doused in love, my soul will be alright. I love you Brooke!!❤️

-Brett Folkman