The way you write about grief is so poignant and incisive. So true that it doesn’t make sense sometimes. And you’ve inspired me to go back to my copy of The Year of Magical Thinking.
I feel this as I'm staring at a sleepless night tonight. Thank you for making me feel less alone. I just read "For everyone who tried on the slipper before Cinderella" - a poem by Ariana Brown that undid me in just the right way. You can find it here: https://poets.org/poem/everyone-who-tried-slipper-cinderella
The last few lines are:
"For those who have looked in the mirror and begged
For those with weak knees and an attitude
For those called “sensitive” or “too much”
For those not called enough
For the times you needed and went without
For the photo of you as a child
quietly icing cupcakes your hair a crackling thunderstorm
“You were not what they desired, Grief offers. Too selfish, too complicated, loose-lipped in all the wrong places. You imposed yourself, it reads from a memory I have tried to forget.”
Oh boy do I relate to this! Also: Love Didion, especially TYOMT
Wave by Sonali Deraniyagala is another good grief book
This is one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have read in a long time.
I'm not sure a compliment is helpful.... but it is also the truth.
Also, one of my most favourite poems in the world may suit you at the moment. It is by Sappho.
Pain penetrates
Me drop
By drop
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I hope you are slowly also being filled with love.
Agree 🫰🫰❤️
The way you write about grief is so poignant and incisive. So true that it doesn’t make sense sometimes. And you’ve inspired me to go back to my copy of The Year of Magical Thinking.
Sending virtual hugs.
🔥🔥🫰❤️
I feel this as I'm staring at a sleepless night tonight. Thank you for making me feel less alone. I just read "For everyone who tried on the slipper before Cinderella" - a poem by Ariana Brown that undid me in just the right way. You can find it here: https://poets.org/poem/everyone-who-tried-slipper-cinderella
The last few lines are:
"For those who have looked in the mirror and begged
For those with weak knees and an attitude
For those called “sensitive” or “too much”
For those not called enough
For the times you needed and went without
For the photo of you as a child
quietly icing cupcakes your hair a crackling thunderstorm
Love is coming.
It’s on its way.
Look—"
“You were not what they desired, Grief offers. Too selfish, too complicated, loose-lipped in all the wrong places. You imposed yourself, it reads from a memory I have tried to forget.”
Oh boy do I relate to this! Also: Love Didion, especially TYOMT