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A poem on grieving in isolation.

Shrouded

Buried

Dark

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Words eaten by silence

Words held back hopeless

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Trying

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Alone in an empty room

Locked from the outside

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Water dripping down the walls

Fire won’t light

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Unshared secrets

Die on the last breath

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Truth

Mortality

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Cursed clarity

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Denial is a spell

That death broke

I wrote this poem while thinking of how isolating it was to lose my dad when I was ten years old, when other kids still felt like their families were safe and protected, as I knew that I would never hear his voice again, or hear the kind of stories you don’t tell your ten-year-old.

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A poem about barriers to mental health care in the United States.

Photo by Sara Rolin via Unsplash

part i

death death

death death neglect

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part ii

no insurance no money

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part iii

duct tape the damage

too many bills

healing takes dollars

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part iv

repeat one to three

keep going

no time to break curses

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time heals

but we sold all our hours

discounted to bosses

no other option

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if you want to get better

in america

you better pay

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if you want to breathe

you better deserve it

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Katey Ferreira

Katey Ferreira

I have Mars in Aries in my chart, so you can probably blame that.