April Kirby.
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I'm April, a writer from a small town who found purpose in poetry. Grief—both human and canine—is my focus. I write to honor love, loss, and healing.
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The Space We Share.
To those who had to grow up too fast, I am still a child. I will live your childhood for you. I should be grown up just like you are, but that little kid inside of me won’t let me. So I walk with her along the path to my childhood home. We play hopscotch and toss stones. I hold the hand of the kid you never got to be, and you play with us—both versions of me. The version that lives on in a house I no longer dwell in, and the current version of me who just can’t keep going.
By April Kirby.15 days ago in Poets
Visits From Nostalgia.
My town's closest movie store closed years ago, but the other day, I caught the scent of that place. It's a scent I'll never forget. Out of the blue, unexpected, suddenly I was ten years old again—walking into the movie store on a Friday night with my parents, older brother, and younger sister. I would always get the same movie: Thumbelina. I was in love with that movie.
By April Kirby.about a month ago in Poets
Under The Sun With Grief.
When the sun is shining and there’s a smile on your face, the one you love is always there. Grief stands under the sun with you and enjoys the warmth, as if the bitterness it usually holds has melted away for just a little while. The smile on your face is a crutch for the grief, allowing the weight of it to disappear.
By April Kirby.5 months ago in Poets
Through Time.
It seems the days are passing by so fast, and yet it's like I'm still standing in one place. I look back on all my yesterdays and the footprints that walked with me through my life. I know the spirits of every person and every animal I've ever loved are still with me — and somehow, somewhere, in some other universe, we are together again.
By April Kirby.6 months ago in Poets
Never Empty.
One of my favorite things to watch is videos of people exploring abandoned places. It's something I've always enjoyed and something I'd love to do myself. As I sat watching a few today, I started getting some thoughts, and I wanted to write them down before I forgot them all. I hope I’m able to get the main points of my thoughts across in a way that makes sense.
By April Kirby.7 months ago in Poets
A Final Wish.
Sometimes my grief is hard because I’m not a religious person, but I know you were. You believed in God, Heaven, and Hell. I can only believe that your soul went to a better place, but I also want to believe that you went to the place you dreamt of and believed in. I want to believe that everything you ever believed in was true and that you are walking streets of gold with your Savior, whom you loved. I want to believe it so badly it hurts.
By April Kirby.7 months ago in Poets
Restless Waves: A Journey Through the Tides of Grief.
Authors Note: I wrote this piece in response to two questions I was asked about grief—specifically the kind that comes in waves, unexpected and overwhelming. This is my honest attempt to put those feelings into words and to offer something meaningful to anyone who's navigating their own ocean of loss. If you're grieving, I hope this meets you where you are.
By April Kirby.7 months ago in Families
