I keep pulling my shame outAs I unpack my griefAs if acknowledging the tragic lossmeans being ungrateful for what’s in front of meBut I thought you’d be hereand you’re notYou promised you’d be always in the roomcheering me onAnd I’m angry.And I don’t know if it’s at you, or me,And I’m angryBecause I’m still afraidContinue reading “Poetry Series – Shameful Grief”