“There is a grief
Carried in my bones forever
So profound that I fear
If I meet it fully I will die.”
“There is a grief
Carried in my bones forever
So profound that I fear
If I meet it fully I will die.”
She told me her story. How her mother got her addicted to meth when she was 14. How she single handedly raised her little brother and sister. How her other brother is going to jail. How she is pregnant. “But don’t worry” she says… It’s from a previous relationship. Before I met your son. I…
To my relief
she listened
And I dropped in..
Past the anger
Past the anguish
Down, down, down
To the grief.
To the very bloodroot of things.
As you rode that bike, you head hanging forward…shoulders to your ears..
Skinny jeaned knees splayed …
sun bleached, dirty curls swinging…
You body made you look like you were bracing yourself for impact…
Permanently.
This is a eulogy for all the words that never fell on paper. Essence conceived then crumbled away… Lost to a sudden gust Between impulse and exhale Seeds… ripe with potential Though not born to stay Unrequited love is here again today.
Holy shit. I’m having a smack in the face at the insanely unacceptable levels of abuse that women still suffer on our planet. I’m not finger pointing at men, because the whole culture is totally screwed up and it’s a domino effect. Those men were raised by women, and if those women were in their…
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