This poem is for my cousin, Erica Lee, who passed away in February at the age of 23. Erica was so much more than what will fit into my rushed blog post before bed on a Wednesday night, but I am trying to make sense of my grief through writing. I think it’s peculiar how it is always easiest to be creative when we are in pain. I am simply trying to embrace my emotion and have something come out of it besides my own struggle.
I don’t want this blog to be depressing, but I do want it to be real. And really, this is what is happening in my life…
like a ghost
next to me
of my heart
In my stomach