& maybe even dance for a while—
So beautiful, I see you smiling with the pink-stained teeth and exhale my own smile.
I found this poem in my inbox this morning and seems like a perfect bookend to this essential process of longing for wholeness again:
No Matter What They Say
You do not have to get over it.
You will carry your grief
and be carried by loss
in any way the carrying happens.
As if you had a choice.
Grief builds rooms inside you
no one else will ever see,
rooms with doors
only you can pass through
filled with songs or silence
only you can hear.
Rest here. Or dance here.
Shout. Or whisper. Rise
like milkweed seeds on the wind.
Or lie. Here, you can only do it right.
Here, there are no other eyes
or ears to tell you what to do
or how long it will take
or what choices to make.
And if you are weeping, weep.
And if you are dry, you are dry.
The rest of the world
can talk about stages
of grief and how it should be,
but you, you do not have to listen.
-Rosemerry Trommer
"So that no arrow can find its way back to the other. At least for a while. I am a child, angry & pure. All I want to do is avenge time."
🖤
I love 2. “The knots in the back of my spine silkening. Unspooling like the river-long neck of a snake.” The word unspooling has such a feeling to it. Beautiful Trivarna 💗
This is so beautiful, thank you for sharing with us xx
Oh fickend gorgeous thank you !!!
So beautiful, I see you smiling with the pink-stained teeth and exhale my own smile.
I found this poem in my inbox this morning and seems like a perfect bookend to this essential process of longing for wholeness again:
No Matter What They Say
You do not have to get over it.
You will carry your grief
and be carried by loss
in any way the carrying happens.
As if you had a choice.
Grief builds rooms inside you
no one else will ever see,
rooms with doors
only you can pass through
filled with songs or silence
only you can hear.
Rest here. Or dance here.
Shout. Or whisper. Rise
like milkweed seeds on the wind.
Or lie. Here, you can only do it right.
Here, there are no other eyes
or ears to tell you what to do
or how long it will take
or what choices to make.
And if you are weeping, weep.
And if you are dry, you are dry.
The rest of the world
can talk about stages
of grief and how it should be,
but you, you do not have to listen.
-Rosemerry Trommer
"So that no arrow can find its way back to the other. At least for a while. I am a child, angry & pure. All I want to do is avenge time."
🖤
I love 2. “The knots in the back of my spine silkening. Unspooling like the river-long neck of a snake.” The word unspooling has such a feeling to it. Beautiful Trivarna 💗
This is so beautiful, thank you for sharing with us xx
Oh fickend gorgeous thank you !!!