Poem My Heart Is Not A Bone

 

Here is a poem I wrote about a year ago, in a moment of rage upon reading some hurtful words used to “encourage” a friend to stop being so sad about her lost child. On Christopher Robin’s fifth stillbirthday, I thought it would be fitting to share it here.

 

Every time I hear
another smug jackass
telling me, or
someone, or
no one in particular that

 

grief shouldn’t last this long, man,
or

 

(head over to the blog to read more)

 

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