April Kirby.
Bio
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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Darkened Grief.
No one ever truly heals from grief. It’s a forever thing. We might go on smiling, laughing, and enjoying the sun on our skin, but inside, there’s a darkness that even the brightest light can’t reach. Grief is a constant—like a dark cloud swirling inside us, always waiting to strike. It’s like lightning, or a snake hidden in the bushes—silent, patient. Grief waits for the perfect moment to knock us off our feet.
By April Kirby.8 months ago in Poets
Therapy.
Grief and love have gone to therapy to talk to my heart, and my heart absorbs every word, every emotion. It is a session that never ends, but my heart hangs on; it never gets tired of the way grief shares the memories of you, or the way love speaks of you as if you created the universe itself.
By April Kirby.8 months ago in Poets
What Grief Sounds Like.
Grief isn't polite. It doesn't call and let you know it'll be dropping by. It doesn't knock when it shows up. But music-music opens the door and allows it in. My grief playlist isn't beautiful. It's not polished or uplifting. It's raw and tears at the wounds. It helps me to the one thing I'm always afraid to do: feel the grief.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
Save Us A Seat.
When I picture you, I see you on a porch, sitting in a rocking chair. You have a book in your hand, but you're looking out at the nature in front of you. You're whistling with the birds, your foot moving to the rhythm. Your blue eyes match the color of the bright sky. Some of your dogs are lying by your side while others are running in the yard, enjoying the sun. You are happy, and your mind is clear. There's a skip in your step, and your strength is almost overwhelming.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
