What stayed with me was the moment when the grief seems to have found its own stillness, while those looking from the outside continue searching for a wound to comfort. There is something deeply human in that reversal. Sometimes what others struggle to accept is not the loss itself, but the peace that can grow around it.
It stands out - the way this poem transforms such a visceral experience into metaphor. I was especially touched by the angel metaphor at the beginning.
It is interesting how feelings never arrive directly, as a single shock. They accumulate. They burn, always. They keep moving, and eventually they become something else.
Thank you for your kind words I think our feelings towards things that have happened to us in our life’s probably never fully stop we are always changing and rearranging
What a tender yet haunting piece. There’s such a difference between living with a loss and witnessing other people’s reactions to it, and this poem captures that tension with remarkable honesty.
other people's reactions are always so hard, you may live with something difficult but accept it and get used to it, but if someone new is hearing it for the first time they can never hide their reaction well enough </3
“no room in the inn.
the sand stretches out dry & wasted” - chokehold. Amazingly written Olly x
thank you so much Moty 🙏🏼🙏🏼
What stayed with me was the moment when the grief seems to have found its own stillness, while those looking from the outside continue searching for a wound to comfort. There is something deeply human in that reversal. Sometimes what others struggle to accept is not the loss itself, but the peace that can grow around it.
yes thank you Antonio it is an odd situation and you have described it clearly I always greatly appreciate your opinion
thank you.....honest...and leaves space around each word to be held
thank you for reading <3
It stands out - the way this poem transforms such a visceral experience into metaphor. I was especially touched by the angel metaphor at the beginning.
It is interesting how feelings never arrive directly, as a single shock. They accumulate. They burn, always. They keep moving, and eventually they become something else.
Thank you for your kind words I think our feelings towards things that have happened to us in our life’s probably never fully stop we are always changing and rearranging
Hard relate Olly, my love 🖤
Devastating
Thank you Ray I always like to hear from you
What a tender yet haunting piece. There’s such a difference between living with a loss and witnessing other people’s reactions to it, and this poem captures that tension with remarkable honesty.
thank you so much it was a tough one to write, I appreciate you
Thank you for this, very tender 💕
other people's reactions are always so hard, you may live with something difficult but accept it and get used to it, but if someone new is hearing it for the first time they can never hide their reaction well enough </3
beautiful and thoughtful piece
thank you Lila <3
It’s rare for me to be left speechless, you know.
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thank you Livio this touches me greatly