Feb
26
2010
What is it that you think you know? And where might you have learned it?
From books you’ve read? From things you’ve heard?
From facts you took at someone’s word?
Did you pass the test? Did you make the grade? Did you nod your head?
Have you always obeyed?
Would a knife draw blood inside a box?
Or might you need to wield the blade?
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Feb
23
2010
It’s true. It did happen. They are gone now. They’ve died.
You didn’t believe it. Then you did. Then you cried.
People tried to console you – but as Millay said – they lied.
The pain never leaves you. It takes root inside.
You can walk for miles with a stone in your shoe.
It’s lodged and it hurts, but walk on you do.
It’s not that the pain ever starts to subside -
You either stop walking or you lean as you stride.
This is how death is. This is loss – this is true.
When you lose those you love, the pain stays stuck to you.
Some days it’s less sharp, like the stone in your shoe.
The pain isn’t gone – what has shifted is you.
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