To Love is to Be Brave

Maggie Bowyer
2 min readSep 29, 2022

This poem is hard to share. I almost cry every time I read over it.

My next book was difficult to write. It was smashing the broken pieces of my heart. I wrote so many poems the day I found out he was gone. I wrote so many poems in the days and weeks and years since he’s been gone. He was the loss that rocked me harder than anything else.

I loved him deeply and realized it far too late. I kept him at a distance because I loved him and couldn't bear to lose him. In the end, I lost him all the same and hurt all the same.

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Maggie Bowyer

Freelance writer. UNGODLY, WHEN I BLEED: POEMS ABOUT ENDOMETRIOSIS and more