Blind photoGrief

By: Caitlin Walsh

You left me, it isn’t possible, or at least it shouldn’t be.
So much I didn’t say, so much we didn’t get to do.
I tell myself that you’re still here, just beyond what I can see.
Tricking my own mind, fighting what I know to be true.
Rage boils in me, at you, at the gods, at pain.
I snap at everyone and want only to be left alone.
I beat my fists against the walls, crying for you, silence remains.
I sink to my knees, fists still clenched, heart heavy as a stone.
A thought, pure and bright, what can I offer in exchange, a trade?
I’ll give my soul, my blood, my entire self just to see you once more.
One more conversation, one more moment, that would make this hurt fade.
I have nothing to give that equals your worth, this has rocked me to my core.
Waves of gray roll in, taking my breath and knocking me down.
I lay on the floor where the sudden bolt struck my heart.
I sob, scream, hold myself in this darkness, I see nothing, hear no sounds.
I feel I will never be whole as long as heaven keeps us apart.
Time is a cruel and poignant teacher of all things.
Pain is unfortunate but necessary, it reminds us that we are part of the human race.
Time is the hand that drags the bow across our emotions, the violin strings.
Learning from this experience so much, everyone heals at their own pace.


I am very thankful for Caitlin for sharing her poem. It takes a great deal of courage to open up one’s inner feelings and share them.

In this poem by Caitlin the topic of “Grief” is clearly adhered to. The poet demonstrates the effects of grief by showing the reactions of the writer both internally and externally. My favorite line is the one containing the imagery of “Waves of gray roll in”, where grief strikes like an ocean wave. The poet is written  with a consistent rhyming pattern which adds an element of depth. Please read the biography completely to gain insight of the poet to fully understand the dual nature of this piece of art.

My name is Caitlin Walsh, I’m from Rockford Illinois. I’m 25 years old. I’m a college graduate with degrees in psychology, sociology, and criminology. I lost my mother to cancer last year. She was my best friend, she taught me to never give up and to live my life to the fullest, regardless of my disability, and I’m legally blind. After grad school didn’t work out I moved back in with my father and am currently caring for him while he recovers from surgery. He is amazing and I’m proud to be his daughter. I have been writing since I was fourteen years old. I am a firm believer that we should value what we have because it might be gone tomorrow. This poem isn’t just about my mother, it is also about the gradual decline of my vision over the years.

Please encourage Caitlin with encouraging comments.

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