I wonder how long before this bleeding stops.
My salty tears, no longer antiseptic...
Waiting on a response
For what feels like years but in fact just been a...
Mother's Day
is a difficult one...
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. |