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Poem about Grief
Grief is in the questions
For which I have no answers,
In the hoops I am meant
To soar through just
To understand better
What my body is going through.
I curse the rain clouds
As I pound on my steering wheel
Screaming
“For the love of God
If you weren’t going to be a parent,
There is no apparent reason
For my suffering!”
I might have wanted
A few more life lessons,
But the minimum courtesy
You could have given me
Was a conversation
About my impending
Disability.
Instead,
You left me,
Only to get sicker.
Only to end up like you.
If you are a fan of this poem or my poetry in general, I invite you to check out both of my poetry collections, including my most recent publication ‘When I Bleed: Poems about Endometriosis.’ You can find it https://amzn.to/32uWRPv or anywhere you buy your poetry!
