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The Weight of Staying
Three poems about grief, trauma, and the fragile courage of staying alive
Some kinds of pain are difficult to explain; and they consume us whole without any form of recourse.
I hope in these words, you find the comfort of knowing that someone else has also struggled to find their way through that darkness.
Sometimes all we can do is give the pain a voice.
When The Sun Came Down
When the sun came down,
So did our hopes and dreams,
And that was the most the most difficult period of our lives:
It felt as if everything had gone down with it;
We mourned, wept and cried our voices hoarse,
We were inconsolable,
And every fiber of our being,
Felt broken in ways,
That we thought we could never mend,
Living felt like a price we had to pay,
And staying here like a burden we could no longer carry;
We wanted a release,
And an easy one at that:
And we often contemplated taking…
