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grief is a room
with no doors
i sit on the bed
and talk to shadows
that do not answer
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sometimes it rises
like tide against sand
sometimes it written
like a letter
i cannot read
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yet i have learned
to carry it
not as a burden
but as guidance
to places unknown
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and slowly
i find my voice
in spaces
grief forgot to claim
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link š
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