Silver lining

There are some things in life
that if you make it through them
you can make it through anything.
They are cataclysmic, earth-shaking,
bone-breaking, heart-tearing events.
They take the core of your very being
by the hair and drag you through hell,
setting your bravery on fire and leaving
you singed and trembling and transformed
into a newborn child for the second time.
If you can go through hell and back again
at least your heart will be more resilient –
not much can make you break anymore.
At least there’s that, I tell myself, at least
there is one silver lining to this misery.

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic

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Sit and stare

I sit and stare
and it’s not enough
for me.

I sit and stare
and wonder
is this all that life
can be.

I sit and stare
and think about
how people can
disappear.

I sit and stare
and imagine
the world if
you were still here.

I sit and stare
and realize that a
tear has run down
my cheek.

I stand up and run,
getting away
from my grief.

Sitting and staring
and thinking
this is all that I do
in my week.

Avoiding and
running
that is what I do
when I begin to feel.

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic

Grief in a box

I keep my rage in
my head
even when I
want to let it out
and wreck
something

I keep my words
in my mouth
even when I
want to let them out
to wreck
something

I keep my grief
in a little box
in the back of my
mind and even
when I don’t
let it out it
wrecks me
little by little

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic

Grief and mascara smudges

Mascara smudges
under red-rimmed eyes
where tears dripped
and burned
as I scribbled on my palm
sonnets of loss and grief.

Why is existence so precarious
as if every moment is spent
standing on a crumbling bridge
or beneath a burning roof?

I wished the world to stop turning
but life kept on moving
so I learned to move on
but still
I didn’t laugh for
quite a while after.

© 2020 Leona Petrovic

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This is a poem about grief and losing those you love, whether it’s because of death or because they break your heart or get tired of you or just because you drift apart. Hope you all are doing well! XO, the inkgirl

Sorrow in Autumn

Take me away from here
Like the birds that flee
From winter’s harsh embrace.
For my sorrows, they have
Multiplied, and they
Cling to me, my back grows heavy.
For in autumn the nights grow longer.

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