If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been taking a break from the blog while I’ve been writing poems and collaborating with Lanecia Rouse Tinsley, an amazing artist in Houston, for a Lenten project for Southeast Raleigh Table. As I’m new to sharing my writing publicly, I felt it best to focus on one project at time. But though this is Holy Week and the Lenten project has not quite come to a close, it felt time to post something.
This particular Holy Week also bears witness to an anniversary. One weighed down in grief. It seems to me, we should have another word for these kind of anniversaries, so as to not confuse them with those we’d like to celebrate, rather than mourn. But that’s another poem for another time, I suppose.
Two years ago, on March 28th, my grandfather passed away. And in the throes of the newborn fog, I was handed a grief and I had no idea what to do with it. I have learned much about myself in these last two years and one thing has become quite clear. I need to write. I need to write in order to work out the things that feel unworkable.
So as has become my new normal, I sat down to write a poem and here’s what came out. So on this “anniversary,” it feels the right time and space for sharing.
Thank you for reading, as always.