Grief Body Poems

Acid reflux ~ very early morning March 3rd, 2024

Ah... nothing more enjoyable
than acidic gastric fluid (bile)
flowing backward into esophagus,
resulting in heartburn, meanwhile
disrupting pleasant dreams,
which phenomena...

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Dear heart,
Please take a break
I know this feeling, I have had this feeling before 
It soothes at first, beguiling flings
Which shines, too
Sometimes brighter than goddess...

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Soon it will be a cold winter's day, 
hot chocolate is great for any holiday. 
I want to go out and play, 
let's go riding...

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Body ails yet spirit soars indeed
For this, I pray that God grants my need
So I can continue reaching-out
Midst weakness-doubt and sickness-pout. 

With human nature’s flaw,...

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Once upon a time, in a human's veins,
A love story unfolded, amidst life's strains.
RBC and WBC, two cells so distinct,
In the body's symphony, their love...

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I was in the hospital at only five, 
the medicine gave me a big hive. 
Sunday school taught us to be alive, 
my spirit soared...

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Written: October 28, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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There she was, silenced; in the hush of the night,
By nature's decree and the will of the almighty divine's right.
Upon the pyre, her form ablaze,...

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Like a fountain of gaseous magma,
My heart pours out grief daily,
This pain hits differently,
Crumbling the four walls of my heart,
I've bottled up this fumes unsuccessfully,
Believing...

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Within my weak and frail body
God deposited something so precious. 
Thus, in my body dwells a soul divine.
A spark of life that blazes profuse.
It's a...

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All this skin holds my body 
working or as a homebody 
what a miracle it is 
do not give me a quiz 
now I need...

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Through restless nights and weary days,
When strength is lost in endless haze,
The body, worn down, and weathered, cries.
But, deep within the spirit roars soars and...

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"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
quote by Constance La France


Tossing and turning, I think
where is the lid to this pain?
Perhaps, capping this...

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Ptsd it’s a trauma that leaves a stain on the soul  ,pain  drained the sane leaving you now insane! Suffocating from trauma I...

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I’m lunching with my bestie Mylie
She’s upset and no longer smiley
I ask her what’s wrong
She said in my thong
My bottom is no match for Kylie!

I...

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