Today Has No Feathers
Don’t ask me to carry grief as if it was a purse of feathers, to laugh when the sun is dyed gray by tears storming my vision. I don’t feel brave or strong, see a path through pain, or find peace in a Hallmark card’s flowery verses painting loss with wings. Today I am bleeding memories from the palms of my hands that once felt the warmth of your skin. ©Susie Clevenger 2022