Fragile was my smile
Inwardly expressing grief
For words not spoken
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Notes from the Author:
There are many folds of meaning in my poems. I’m often writing about my relationships. I could be referring to love, but could be referring to unconditional love for family members and romantic love at the same time.
I wrote this poem to describe my grief for a romantic opportunity never seized, while simultaneously thinking of my Grandmother I lost to brain cancer. I regretfully ruminate about being too shy to sing her the songs she used to sing to me, in front of family members that were present while she laid on her death bed.
Grief is a sharpness in the soul, a suffocating heaviness in the heart, and a yearning for memories well kept in the mind, whether they be real or fabricated. Grief does not care about the form that it comes in, and demands to be felt on its terms, not yours. For anyone grieving a loss, this one is for you…you are not alone.
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About the Creator
Allie Bickerton
She / Her - Canada
I spent most of my life immersed in visual arts and I neglected my literacy.
Nurturing harboured emotions and poetic thoughts I’ve stashed within.
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