All the Poetry
All the poetry racing around in my head has made me forget neglect retreat from a life once lived in prose. All the poetry running down my arm onto the tear stained page has given me pause amidst this downpour of grief. All the poetry crashing against the ribs of my soul a tsunami raging crushing drowning annihilating the past leaving me behind on frozen sands of now.
poetry can serve as both a refuge and a means of release amid overwhelming sorrow.🙏
Personally, I'd consider myself lucky to be able to write about it. It was years before I could.