The recent storms in the South sparked this idea. And often opening to the new means letting go of the old– amidst a storm of feelings.
(She Said) Grief
(she said)
grief comes in gusts
like the wind
breaking limbs
and grief it comes hard
like a flood
picking up
garbage and houses
and autos and cows
grief when it’s sweeping’s
relentless
like storms
(she said)
pain in my middle
my soul’s
bleeding out
a guitar with no strings
and no arms
left to hold
a bird with no song
and no limb left
for rest
this pain in my middle’s
no heart
in my chest
(she said)
grief’s a tornado
this pain
is my soul
retching and heaving
and longing
for home
reaching and heavy
and longing
for home
jle 2022
[…] told myself,”Julie, why do you have to post such a sad poem when the whole world is excited because it’s the new year and all looks […]
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