grief is a room
with no doors
i sit on the bed
and talk to shadows
that do not answer
💧
sometimes it rises
like tide against sand
sometimes it written
like a letter
i cannot read
💧
yet i have learned
to carry it
not as a burden
but as guidance
to places unknown
💧
and slowly
i find my voice
in spaces
grief forgot to claim
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Beautiful and Brutal Things, his latest book.
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Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in BookClub
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Grief comes in waves; some are gentle, and some knock you ass-over-teakettle into the ocean floor. May those spaces unclaimed by grief grow. 💖