Poetry: Grief Burst


This just came to me, and I had to get it out. I’m not sure, but I think it’s a response to the inner voice that keeps telling me to get on with clearing out those emails. (I’m resisting it because I know it will be painful to go through them, but I don’t know how else I can do it.)

Grief Burst

I don’t want this pain.

I don’t want every choice to be a conscious rejection of the darkness.

I want to be able to breathe, think of her and not hate.

I want to recognise that there was no such thing as choice.

I’ve always said ‘The head knows, the heart feels’,

But I want to be able to believe the same for her.

I want to be able to forgive her,

But I don’t know where to start.

I’d just rather it wasn’t such a clear-cut thing;

Every thought searing pain, no blurred line between twinge and agony.

My heart knows she didn’t intend it to be like this.

My head still doesn’t believe her.


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About Casey Bottono

I am in love with language. I write poetry and fiction in a wide variety of genres. Most recently, I have been shortlisted as a finalist in the Coalition of Texans with Disabilities' Pen2Paper contest.
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