A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 80

Day 80: “What Do You Do”


What do you do

When your pet is dying


My heart is breaking

I wish she could tell me what she needs


I don’t want her to be in pain

I can’t stop crying


How do I know when it’s her time?


Now she just lays with me

I cry

And she’s probably wondering, “What’s her problem?”

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 37

Day 37: “Stuck”


Grieving the living

Is its own kind of fuckery


A younger me

Remembers the good

The fun

And how to survive

How to placate

How to not cause problems


The older me

Has had the veil removed from my eyes

Knows the ways he affected me

Knows the pain

Can label the fear


But can hear his voice

Invalidating me

And the way he affected me

Making me the bad guy


But the scary part is

Part of me believes him

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 8

Day 8: “The Compounding Nature of Grief”


Why is it that grief builds

The first time you lose someone you love it’s crushing

Devastating

Earth-shattering


The second time, it’s all of that

Plus unbelievable sadness,

Pain

At two lives lost


When the third time happens, it’s building off of all of it

It’s pain on top of pain on top of pain

And it’s not like you have ignored your grief

You’ve felt it

But somehow there’s always more


The fourth time, it’s guilt

It’s wishing you could have been closer

Feeling for others more than yourself

And feeling for the grief from before


The fifth time, it’s soul-crushing

It’s the deepest pain

It’s almost unbearable

It’s horrific

It’s pain from before,

Pain for others

For your family

Pain for the future

Pain for the pain that brought about this pain


It hurts