Sometimes we can’t let go of the pain because we think it’s the only thing holding us together.
emotions
Release
the wisdom of age
takes root to blossom
in crevices of the brain
emptied by letting go
Entranced
autumn leaves rustle
the tension out of me
on pleasant breezy days
sunlit gentle tree, i am
a ragdoll under your sway
Fractal
shards of memory
jagged-edged
broken emotions —
wholeness
is the fossil
of childhood —
growing up
fractures
many things —
End of life
no matter which end-of-life decisions were made,
there are always regrets, there is always that guilt —
live parts of me holding onto memories of a dying you
dead parts of me holding onto living memories of you
In pieces
The emotions are part of the wound.
Inner self
G R i E F —
i feel so tiny inside
Pitch
Night
— the quiet of solitude
— the silence of loneliness
Do I write grief or is it writing me?
I write all these death poems, these grief poems —
and does it really make me feel better? Or am I just
twisting my heart so that I can feel, to remember?
Because I’m afraid that if I don’t feel, I will forget.
A turning trial by fire
Anger makes your life — and your body —
Demolition
I’m under construction — please excuse the poetry.
Missed
Over time, the hurt doesn’t hurt. Only regret does.
Torch
Grief is a fire
set to the heart —
burning some things away
keeping others aflame