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by Hannah Lizette
I've splattered scraps of metaphors
and strings of heartache...
by Milly Hayward
I have a voice that shrieks into the night
to break the shackles of this joyless plight...
by Ben Pickard
I've skated on my frozen blood
for far too long...
by Blank Canvas
Marlboro cigarettes spark the only
light I've become accustomed to...
by Dream Astronaut
Usually glowing and feeling bright
To seem like there’s no pain in sight...
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile.
Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.
If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.