I can't break down now can I?
No way, not after all the seasons
I got through celebrating the loss of a loved one,
February for my father-
My god his accident was much more grisly than if Cupids arrow missed me.
Summer through September, reserved for my sister.
Good Lord how I'll always remember the day she ODd, it felt like forever.
Hers is the only hair I want to hold,
No matter how long I'm alone, I'd double it just to hear her voice over the phone.
My Grandmother, my most recent entry, holds a special place on my birthday. I spent it driving to her wake.
Now I'm the only one left to uphold her legacy. Claim my birth rite and bask in the memory of all the hard times I spent so bereaved
A stupid broken heart can't be perceived as coming close to these tragedies,
So why do I feel like giving up?
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
