I wrote a fucking poem

we shall see how this goes...

Okie Dokie lovelies, I have always written poetry but never shared much of it. Did you know my great grandmother was a poet? I didn’t either until I received one of her poems in a beautiful frame from my great aunt!

Last month, while grieving yet another trip around the sun without my daughter, I had too many feelings inside of me. Normally I would just journal. But sometimes, every now and then, my brain thinks in short sentences that end up magically creating a devastating poem. Without further ado, here is my titleless poem… Need a title still!

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I’m so sad.

So Sad.

I wish this day didn’t exist.

But it does.

So here I am.

In my car.

Holding back tears.

I won’t open up that can until I can.

I am filled to the top with sadness.

It has nowhere to go.

I thought it would be easier by now.

I thought I would be used to feeling so fucking sad by now.

But I have not.

I will never know why.

And it will never truly matter.

But it still hurts.

And I still ask why.

The sorrow is never ending.

Her light sucked from me.

To be shared with others.

The only way to survive the never ending.

Oh to see you fall from the sky.

To have you in my arms once more.

I would give a lot to have one more goodbye.

A whole fucking lot.

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Thank you all for giving me a safe space to share these words. I would love to hear any prospective titles for said poem as I am drawing a blank.

Much Love,

Taylor Cecelia Brook

P.S. Wanna make my day and even my year? Drop a comment or restack my post. It literally means so fucking much to me!