Grief is the rawest emotion. What's lost will never return.
Grief means living in the after, knowing there’s no path back to the before.
I won’t welcome grief. Not yet.
painting source: Mezma and Azzayal
Dragonfly Grief
Dragonfly dances,
lake-bound,
skimming midges.
Does she know
grief,
loss,
sorrow?
When she draws
her last tiny breath
and sinks
into blue,
gives up
all she knew,
does she exhale
satisfaction
or relief?
© Draft, Tracey Kiff-Judson
photo source: Glaminati.com
An exchange of blog comments with Margaret Simon inspired this poem.
Without You
I cling to
cool cotton pillows,
firefly flashes,
summer-sweet
plums.
Comfort comes
in small doses.
© Draft, Tracey Kiff-Judson
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Thank you for your raw and honest poems. May our community send you moments of solace.