Soliloquies of a Photographer — Grief RSS


I am lost in a dream. In the hollows of grey shadows. In the lies of could-have-beens. I am caught in an awakening. Fluctuating on undulating folds. Higher still, they keep urging. I am unmoored. In a free fall. Emancipated in a soft forgetting. Remembering, for a spell… forestalled.

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Birth Day

I think the birthdays are the hardest. The ones that come and go. Regardless. They remind me of your unblown candles. All the dreams you’ll never wish upon. Echoes of the years we’ll never have. Then, I think of your birthday. And know, I will want it all.

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Torn Pages

I am raw today. My book is open and exposed. Embedded in the thin bent spine are the jagged torn edges of missing pages. Words that worried upon my skin like a prickly woolly sweater. It dug into my armpits and crush my chest ruthlessly. No matter how much I pulled and stretched, it refused to fit. Even as I tear it off, its serrated rip-rip-rip accused me of cowardice, failure and defeat. There are dog eared corners left by a past self for this future me. Reminding her to come to it again on these hard days...

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