A Year and Some Change Later


A little over a year ago, a former classmate and friend of mine took her own life.

I have spent a good portion of last year grieving this in a variety of ways. One of the ways was writing a poem:


Mostly, I want to say that I know that we’re all going through something (if we’re honest most of us always have something to celebrate and something to mourn) but please reach out if you feel like you can’t handle what you’re going through.

May we all know how loved and beloved we are.


Day Three NaPoWriMo: Elegy



When she laughed, she gasped, as if trying to breathe all the happiness into her broken heart,

We should have known, how could we know that she was falling apart?

Had we listened to the gasps,

Would she now still be in our present and not our pasts?

These are the questions that make it hard to sleep,

These are the questions that make it easy to weep.

She is now light, soft stone and breeze on melody,

We now, reverent tongue-tied, all one and free as ebony.