I’m Not Better
Five months ago, my life shattered.I’ve made progress, but I’m not better. Grief, not a “condition” that resolves.Time, not a
Why Poems?
Poetry became a refuge for my grief, a way to navigate the turbulent sea of emotions that engulfed me after my husband died. The words flowed as though they were carrying away fragments of my sorrow, giving shape to my pain and allowing me to process the depth of my loss. Each verse was like a whispered conversation with him, a way to keep his memory alive and honor the love we shared. Through poetry, I found solace, strength, and a means to express the inexpressible.
These expressions formed yet another component of my wellness journey; a way to heal my heart, to dislodge the lump in my throat, to literally “throw up” the painful content in my gut that took up residence there.
I’ve shared a few of my favorite poems here, and hope that you might find them comforting or, at the very least, help you to process your own pain through reading them.
His Place
He didn’t careThat I had gray hairOr that I had a wayOf having my say. That he adored meIn ways
Anniversary Alone
Coming up on 33Years together, Jay and me.Another first, but not the last,My heart will burst. I try to fast
The First Fourth Alone
As I lay awake in that big bedAlert, amazed at the BOOMS overhead,It makes me think. No burgers to grill,
Six Months Later
Surreal existence,Time: fast and slow.Six months agoI watched you go. Skies burst into tears today,But I stay calmAnd clean the
The Grief Ditch
In my houseThe Grief Ditch Waits. It’s widening mouth shifts,I often missAnd stumble, drift, sink down. And Love surrounds me With