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Wednesday, November 23

Sometimes


Sometimes
When I see grief barreling my way,
I turn my back, close my eyes, clench my teeth.
I fill my ears with noise and hope grief won't see me
hiding in all the chaos.

But sometimes,
When I feel its presence,
I sigh and whisper, "okay."
I let it break me for a few minutes or an hour
and then gingerly pick up my pieces and
unload the dishwasher or wipe the counter and

try to live
in the shadow of all that's missing.

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2 comments:

  1. Your words always always touch me. I've found that hiding only works for so long, and inevitably it finds us. The miracle occurs later though, when after it has found us and we begin to find ourselves once again. I love you.

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  2. You are such a beautiful writer. I can see you being published some day.

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