A poem about: Free Will, Formalities and Forbidden Fruit
Lately, I’ve found myself writing about the same topic over and over again. I think this usually happens when a tragic event occurs. In my case, the passing of my mother. So I have been writing about the sorrow, the loss, and the madness. This particular poem was my way of breaking the cycle for a moment. Taking the time to focus on this letter and all the beautiful words that start with it was very freeing and just the momentary break I needed. Sometimes the grief is just so overwhelming that you can’t see the light. I am still in the mix of grief, but here is a taste of letting go for a moment.
What are some things you do to give yourself a break from the sorrow?
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