i’ve contemplated for the past few days what first bits of writing to share here.
in the end, nothing felt more fitting – or more of an acknowledgement to my process, my growth, and the person i am today – than some honest poetry.
i’m aware grief might seem morbid to some, but grief is actually a good friend of mine. and it’s quite a celebratory moment for me to have reached this place in my relationship with grief to be willing to share her with you.
**if grief triggers you, there’s absolutely no need to read on !! please do click away, i won’t take it personal :) sending love, always.
if you are curious, then i hope you find something of value in the following little collection of poems i’ve written over the past year. Seeing them gathered together under one quaint roof here (embellished with some of my good!!grief!! are.na board images) warms my heart and makes me incredibly nervous at the same time.
happy reading ♡
~one~
where does love go when the object leaves? grief and love two sides of the same coin grief is the absence of the projection of love the empty void when the object has vanished from this earth lost but the love remains looking searching yearning so where does the love go?
~two~
we are not taught grief. sheltered, shielded, we are not taught grief. and yet, grief finds us all. crawling in between a mother's protective embrace, burrowing beneath the soft blanket of denial, sliding through the cracks of steel armour. grief finds us all. why must we hide from her? we know grief finds us all, yet we are not taught grief. grief is love, love that is lost. let her in, – she will be found.
~three~
there is a strange comfort in old sadness to dwell on the familiar, in something i had previously made my home. smother myself in melancholy, a warm hug from a dear old friend.
~four~
do they know what it means, to look for someone in the trees in every gust of wind that drops a leaf onto your shoulder? do they know what it means, to hear a laugh see a silhouette smell a cologne and have the ground open up beneath you? do they know what it means, to be so attuned to the signs that everything has meaning and you silently wonder if anything has meaning at all?
~five~
where i once was light, now i am heavy. such weight, i sink to my knees and fold into the earth. do not be afraid of heaviness, says Earth, for therein lies great beauty and power. look at me. the ocean is heavy, the mountains are heavy, the trees are heavy. i stand. the oceans and the mountains and the trees, rise with me.
thank you sincerely dear friends, if you’ve read this far ⋆⭒˚。⋆
i’ll leave you with a quote by Ada Limón in her interview with Lauren le Blanc for BOMB Magazine, which is very near and dear to my heart:
have a beautiful day, and take care of yourselves !!
with all my love and care,
ACB