Can't talk about exhaustion or talk about grief or talk about
being neither here nor there
you're an echo, a shadow, a shifting fog
a scattershot, detritus, an abandonment
Can't talk about what you miss, where it hurts, what the damage
you're a stalwart, an anchor, the guardrail
the glue, the elastic, the duct tape
You keep holding on, holding up, holding it
Can't talk about what's up, what's brewing, what's
You buck up, stand tall, fix your face
plant your feet, stand your ground, dig your heels
What is loss? What is grief? What is it? You don't say.
*Original draft, 11 Sept. 2021
2 thoughts on “You don’t say”
OOF, Sherri. Wow.
Thank you for this. It spoke to me hard this morning (and I sent it to a colleague, who I think will feel the same).