Unopened Letters
On learning what doesn’t need to be turned into meaning
i stopped trying to turn pain
into something pretty
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some things
don’t want poetry
they want distance
and time
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i used to hold onto words
like they could fix what happened
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they can’t
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they just sit there
like unopened letters
on a shelf i keep walking past
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there are days
you don’t “heal”
you just get through
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no meaning added
no lesson learned
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just you
still here
still choosing to be here
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 👇
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