Sarah Smith
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Writing is my passion, specifically poetry. If you'd like to view more of what I've written check out my Instagram @poetrybutfucked
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My Brother Went Up to Heaven
My twenty-year-old big brother died in an abrupt, intoxicated tragedy almost two months ago and I cannot cry. I go about my life as if he still lives going about his own. Instead, his ghost hangs from a sheet in the closet of his bedroom, his body in ashes split amongst family and friends as we attempt to put the pieces of his life back together. As we, or they I should say, attempt to put the pieces of theirs back in place without him somehow. Yet I cannot cry.
By Sarah Smith5 years ago in Families
My First Solo Adventure
Mother’s day this year has brought out a new sense of sadness into our family and haziness to a once bright day full of trips to the zoo, breakfast in bed, and handwritten cards with drawings of intricate flowers once made by my brother and myself in our early youth. Since I’ve been able to hold a pen writing has been my passion and so every year I’ve written my mother a card on her day of celebration. My brother on the other hand is the artist of the family and while I would attempt an illustration for her, he would excel.
By Sarah Smith5 years ago in Families
