grief is a room
with no doors
i sit on the bed
and talk to shadows
that do not answer
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sometimes it rises
like tide against sand
sometimes it written
like a letter
i cannot read
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yet i have learned
to carry it
not as a burden
but as guidance
to places unknown
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and slowly
i find my voice
in spaces
grief forgot to claim
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Iām a firm believer life is messy, beautiful, and too short, which is why I write poems full of heart and humor. I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. My book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link š
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"yet i have learned to carry it not as a burden but as guidance to places unknown" My favorite part! š
This was so sad and beautifully written. You captured the emotions so accurately. Loved your poem!
Grief comes in waves; some are gentle, and some knock you ass-over-teakettle into the ocean floor. May those spaces unclaimed by grief grow. š