#findingjoy
i sat down today to think
for the first time in a long time
since i got pregnant with our daughter.
i never wrote a heartbreak poem about you.
it never crossed my mind.
for the first time,
it was easy to pick myself up
and just move on with my life.
do you know how hard that is to
make someone like me do?
us poets, we cling.
we cling onto the memories
the sparkling summer breezes of joy
and the dark, muddy, violent waters of pain.
to have a poet not cling onto your memory,
is to have hurt someone so deeply,
so profoundly,
that they cannot be bothered to care anymore.
maybe you still exist as a memory inside of my room,
but last month i went to the coffee shop i wanted you to try with me alone.
today i will venture to the museum,
all alone,
and live my life as if you were never a part of it.
and for once, even as a bard,
i am at peace with that.
i am at peace with your memories in my life being forgotten.
thank you for showing me what
peace looks like,
in the most roundabout, awful way.
i never will write a heartbreak poem about you.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC