Grief is a solitary room, it widens into a shared landscape, some days that landscape itself- not gone, but part of the very air that settles around each connection, a kind of weather you move through and breathe in…
Guilt and grief can be used as a weapon to wear down someone's self identity. We each have our "solitary room". It is usually heavily populated with guilt. If you speak and can write in any language, deep down inside... I know you feel guilty. There is a deep shame and guilt in the human, it's embedded in our language. It is almost inescapable. If you can exploit another person's individual experience with that.... you are on your way to being a champion level cult leader.
And as you age, that solitary room is visited more and more, so it becomes all too familiar. A far cry from my younger years when grief was just another word in the dictionary.
a kind of weather you move through
and breathe in - inclement weather, I like your description Freds. Hope all is well with you.
Chris
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Could that be seen as familiarity and rehearsal? It’s such a strange stage of life sometimes, Chri.. read moreCould that be seen as familiarity and rehearsal? It’s such a strange stage of life sometimes, Chris. 🙏🏻🕊️
Freds
Guilt and grief can be used as a weapon to wear down someone's self identity. We each have our "solitary room". It is usually heavily populated with guilt. If you speak and can write in any language, deep down inside... I know you feel guilty. There is a deep shame and guilt in the human, it's embedded in our language. It is almost inescapable. If you can exploit another person's individual experience with that.... you are on your way to being a champion level cult leader.
For some reason I began thinking of ages. Young people who read this poem won’t be touched the way us older folks are. I am of an age to have experienced this many times. Your poem moved me. Well written.
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Like opposing ends on a seesaw it could be as well. Excellent insight, MSB 🙏🏻🕊️thank you.
….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kindness is truly, ge.. more..