I bled out on the couch. Delivered my baby boy. He bled out on the tree. Delivered all his people. Both life giving. Both a gory mess.
By Samantha Leeabout a year ago in Poets
Grief is an ocean. Pain rides the calm current That keeps yourself afloat. Grief is an ocean Healing halts with heavy tides
Like the Marathon Man, I’m all out of breath Though his was a message of victory and mine is a message of death He sprinted home to tell the news of Athen’s battle fate
