Wordy Wednesday

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…

 

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My Grief

 

I hate

the way

grief

haunts me

lingering

like a ghost

I hate 

the way

grief

marches

next to me

in sync

with each

beat

of my heart

thump

thump 

thump

I hate

the way

grief

sits

like sand

In my stomach

unsettled

by even

the slightest

wave

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