On a Random Day in May

[ghostofagypsy]

It was one day in May.

It was one unremarkable day in May.

It was making a mascara face in a mirror

and putting on a polo shirt

getting dressed for work

on a random day in May.

It was the ring of a phone

and the crash of a glass

a mirror pane mirroring pain

on a random day in May.

I heard the screeching tires in my mind

saw the bus screech by

Comments

[ka_eul_234]

I'm so sorry for your loss. ((hugs))

I could feel the story (and each moment of emotion) in the poem.

Disclaimers are fine - really - it helps us understand where and how the words are bidden. I think poems that are born from loss and chaotic feelings work best when they're raw and unpolished. They ring truer, in my opinion. I encourage you to keep writing in this way - I like to hear a person's true, unfiltered voice. :)

[ghostofagypsy]

((hugs back)) It's so good to be felt and understood. It's such a difficult thing to write about. It's like trying to speak through a ball of emotion lodged in your throat. The words don't ever feel right. But, I do know that the more I let them out, the more I can process everything that's been building up inside for years now. It doesn't make the loss go away, but it at least it can be a better way to cope. I'm still finding my voice now. I've changed so much since I was regularly posting here before and I know that a poet still lives inside me, but what she sounds like now? I don't know. So, I guess that's why I felt I needed a disclaimer. In case this reads as that choked voice like talking through tears.