I present to you my new collection of poems which will be reflective of my present states of mind and compel me to translate my deepest desires and waves of thoughts, brimming with emotions.
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My poem has been published by FemAsia Magazine.
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NOW I UNDERSTAND
Grief crawled out from under the rock. It always does.
Now I understand; the varicose veins, the heavy breathing, the conservation of handprints, deeds, a will and the daily 'evening walks'; they were all prompts before the final words, before the curtains fall.
How could I have not noticed? How was the air not stale or damper around sister June? How did she comport such angel-like bearings even a week before?
I had cared for her. I had wanted her to know I was making my birth town my permanent home. I wanted to ring in her birthday which she was always so coy about in the last five years. It's all coming back to me now.
All the manners of an undefined grief tormenting this poem's last letters.
