Author: Hanlod

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 163

Day 163: “Fear is a Synonym of Grief”

Grief is a lot of things

But a big one is fear

Fear of absence of physical presence

Fear of being left all alone

Fear of the unknown

Of having to be resilient

Of being pushed to resilience

Fear of missing someone

Every day

So badly

It hurts to your core

Fear of being in pain

Fear of the despair this pain brings

Fear of not being able to crawl out

Of the dark hole

Of loneliness

Sadness

Deep, deep despair

Of loss

It can really be debilitating if you let it

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 162

Day 162: “To Not Know”

I don’t know

Say it with me,

I don’t know

It’s okay to not know

To not venture a guess

To not speculate

To not make believe you know more

Than someone else

Someone dumb enough to ask the question

It’s actually stronger,

Braver,

Smarter

To ask the question

To say, ‘I don’t know’

To stop,

Pause

Listen

Ask someone else

To be real

Level

Aunthentic

And not hide behind an imagined superiority

The ego-centric belief that if someone finds out you don’t know as much

You’ll lose all of the respect and reverence you’ve garnered

You’ve actually already lost it

If you can never admit

You don’t know

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 158

Day 158: “Perception”

I wonder what I look like

When I run across the street

Do I look graceful?

Elegant?

Swan-like?

Floating

Do I look like a t-rex?

Aimless?

Arms flailing?

Thudding

Do I look like a maniac?

An actress?

A skater?

A doctor?

A lawyer?

A bassoon player?

The truth is

I doubt anyone is even paying attention

Too consumed with thinking about

If anyone’s thinking about them

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 157

Day 157: “Inside My Brain”

Crickets

My brain is currently crickets

Well actually it’s bees

And flies

Swarming

There’s noise and wind and stickiness and

It’s a ruckus

The sun is shining, though

There’s open fields

Wildflowers

Swarming and buzzing and swarming and buzzing

And the occasional cricket

When I lose my train of thought

Or lose the inspiration

Flies and swarming bees

I’d like quiet

And to not be at risk of being bitten or stung

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 156

Day 156: “Grief Has No Age Limit”

Younger me

is grieving too

Grieving her kitty

Grieving her best friend

Grieving the sweet kitten she found in the tree out front

The one she fed and brought home

The one she cuddled with

And made a space for

The one she came home to from school

And pet

And chatted with

The one she listened to purring

As she drifted off to sleep

Younger me needs to curl up

With her stuffed animals

Watch “Hannah Montana”

And cry