#griefwaves

Seeking beauty Between tears . . . . . . #beautypentacle #lifeisalovespell #griefwaves

Look Listen . You are not alone . . . . #lifeisalovespell #witchesofinstagram #heartwitch #magick #griefwaves

Sometimes the sads Sneak up So quietly I don’t recognize them Or get startled By the sound of loss . Like shadows that slowly Grow As the day shifts And ceases . These moments when I’m missing And lost And scared I close my eyes . And open up to the place That can still remember How soft her skin was When I’d lean in To kiss her before Leaving . When I didn’t know It would be the last time . Oh today Oh moonlight Oh sacred heartscape That is the revealing The opening The uncovering Of another memory . #griefwaves #griefpoetry #heartwitch #lifeisalovespell #witchesofinstagram #beautyinthebreakdown

You would have been 69 Today And we would have joked about How old that sounded Instead I went to the ocean Because it’s big enough To hold the weight Of this day Of the way my heart beats Because you were born In Ferguson And you met Dad When you were 19 or 20 Three roses Gratitude Magick Hope and Healing For the past For the present For the future One fell on the ridge One on the shore One disappeared Caught by the gods Gone, gone, gone I miss you . . . #lifeisalovespell #griefwaves #griefpoetry #theoceanwillhold #whatsyourgrief #itsokyourenotok #witchesofinstagram #heartwitch #missingmymom #nofilter #poetsofinstagram

Laughter. Mostly. There are times we turn Away To let a tear fall. Gifts between gifts A card mom wrote to dad Early in their marriage “I love you. I miss you.” Getting through Together. #holidays #shepersisted #lifeisalovespell #holidayblues #griefwaves

It looks perfect The snow falling The birds in the background And today is not going well On the other side of the camera I’m alone In the midst of everything In another grocery store Just a girl looking for an empty aisle To cry in #shepersisted #holidayblues #yourenotalone #lifeisalovespell #griefwaves

I step into the unknown Landscape (gauntlet?) of loss And days that only had meaning Because of celebration And family I am lost In the liminal time Where my dad will forget my birthday Because mom took care Of cards And I will not get a text With too many emoticons Or hear her sing to me It will be quiet And that too Could become tradition A shadow of what was Stretching across the barren . . . . . #lifeisalovespell #beloveddead #witchesofinstagram #shepersisted #ancestors #holidaysareweird #griefwaves #griefpoetry #poetsofinstagram

I have to write a letter That captures What my mom meant to me (for the lawyer) I haven’t started Because there are too many words And too many moments That were important That should be mentioned Where do you start? Where do you stop? How do you begin? Do I begin with the time she told me that I shouldn’t be a writer? (So I became one anyway) Or the time she listened to me cry over the phone because I thought my marriage was falling apart? (It didn’t.) Or the time she told me that I always made her feel better no matter what was happening? Or the time she gave me a plate (it’s on my altar and it says Hey Gorgeous in gold script) and said I should use it so we could always share a meal together. She gave it to me the last time I saw her. What do you say? The waves keep crashing The leaves are now falling And I’ll say something Not everything Not nearly everything #beloveddead #shepersisted #griefwaves #lifeisalovespell