Blind Paper
I beg ink for something to say.
The blind eye of white paper
frightens me.
I wrote this series in. 2024. I was so consumed with grief and spoken words and written were difficult. My oldest daughter’s fiancé died in 2018 from Mesothelioma and she died in 2022 after battling 27 years of autoimmune disease. Grief of this depth will never leave. There’s no way to get over it. It is a journey of getting through it.