Grief is a wild beast
galloping in my chest,
howling at the moon,
indifferent to my pleads,
stampeding in an open prairie
without direction or resolution.
I do not claim when I am finished with this feral thing;
it decides when it is done with me.
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The Eldest Daughter ✔️
PoesíaA collection of poems I wrote ages 13 to 31 that show how I grapple with neurodivergence, gender roles, and the conservative fundamentalist environment I was raised in. This is the most vulnerable work I have released to date, letting you into intim...
