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by cassie hughes
Today is monochromatic
and shrouded in mist I am...
by Mr. Darcy
tumbles across a mass grave...
by Kris Vigil
Usually when I start to text you,
I get this happy feeling...
I wish I had faith
That everything was going to be okay...
The breath that I took,
Upon seeing your happy face...
I'm resentful of the sun...
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.