Salt from my Bones.

You

say that I must

write

it

all

down

and

let

my life

fall

all over

this undefiled sheet of paper

in

a healing rain

but

I am trying to

stem

this flood

from breaching

my rib

cage,

because

we

are

not

ready

for

this

purge.

— Salt from my bones.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

2018.

{Sometimes, I am not sure whether I should share a poem with a wider (and by wider I mean anybody other than me) audience. This is one of those poems. It is not an uplifting poem. It is not an encouraging poem, but it is a raw, authentic moment. And I am being brave.}

3 thoughts on “Salt from my Bones.

  1. Poetry does not have to be uplifting, happy, etc to be great. If all we ever share is uplifting then what an unbalanced writing world we’d have. I love the rawness of this.

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