Grief

Like a bruise melting from blue to black, grief shows up slowly, Appearing in the steam of coffee once shared, a laugh similar, Yet as scabs heal back to pink flesh, grief’s ache dulls with time.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 10/15/2021 1:59:00 PM

I have read your winner and see its good qualities. Way to go in the contest. Congrats. Sara

Hilo Poet

Date: 10/14/2021 1:16:00 AM

The metaphoric depiction, Thomas, resonates meaningfully throughout! Nicely done my friend, Aloha!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/2/2021 5:48:00 PM

For me grief was like the silence of never been, never existed, a sharp and scary terror of never again. For me grief is my dad left behind, tears exposed for the first time over and over again like someone stabbed non-stop. Everyone’s grief is different I suppose.