Day 148: “Hole”
There’s a hole in our apartment
Not a physical crater
Depression
But a space where she was
It’s empty
Flat
Sad
Quiet
Way too quiet
Everywhere I look
I want her to be there
My pillow has never felt so cold
I’ve never felt so cold
Tag: pain
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 144
Day 144: “Not My Day”
I don’t feel good today
I don’t feel great
I don’t feel like doing anything
I don’t feel like staying awake
I think I’ll close my eyes
Try to sleep it off
And hope for better tomorrow
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 118
Day 118: “Ode to the Inventor of the Heating Pad”
I’d like to give the inventor of the heating pad
A gold star
A hug
My sincerest thanks
Your invention keeps me warm
Soothes me
Whisks me off to sleep
Acts as the most comfy bed for my cat
Thank you, thank you, thank you
I’m slightly sweaty
As I’m writing this
But my stomach cramps are gone
And I’m oh so cozy
You’re god’s greatest gift to earth
Although the real gift would be not having cramps at all
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 116
Day 116: “Headache”
I’ve had a headache for the past three days
Not even exaggerating
Tonight it’s so bad
I’m nauseous
I need to sleep
I need to breathe
But I’ve got more work to do
Wish me luck
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 107
Day 107: “Feel What You Need”
The body knows
Feels
Remembers
It’s good to be gentle with yourself
Let it out
Stay in
Dream
Feel
Let yourself feel
Breathe
And let love in
Release
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 97
Day 97: “Severance”
What if you didn’t feel loss
Well you did
But it was the other you
Severance
And when that loss came up
You’d be a different you
One that holds all of that pain
I wonder how heavy that’d be
And would the memories go too?
The good, happy ones?
What would it be like to sever the grief
Would it be like they never existed at all?
Would it be unfair to yourself?
Your other self
To give them the loss
Or would they be better off
More resilient
Stronger
What would that make you? Without the grief?
Would you even be you at all?
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 95
Day 95: “Eruption”
Just one day
Can make everything fall apart
One ill-made decision
One misrepresentation
One callous remark
One violent gesture
Can make it all come crumbling down
When you get up from the rubble
Dust yourself off
You see the signs
They were there before
But you see them now
It didn’t just all blow up one day
It was a slow, lava-oozing rupturing
Just an upset stomach
That became an infected mess of pain
A full-blown eruption
A big eye-opener
Emergency surgery
You have to cut out the poison
To live
That kind of gives me comfort
That things don’t just blow up out of nowhere
But it does make me question my judgment
A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 62
Day 62: “Canker Sore”
I have a canker sore
A huge one
In the back of my mouth
Right side
It hurts
I showed my boyfriend
Opened wide and shined a flashlight
He said he didn’t even need the light
It’s that big
I get them when I’m stressed
Makes sense why I have one now
I need a break
A breather
Deep breaths
In
Out
In
Out
Maybe a couple days off will help
A day in bed
Staring at my phone
Is bound to do the trick
A nice long shower
Self care
There
The pain will magically go away
Faking It Made 