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A Griever’s Lullaby
How we manage our grief is an avenue of life that is typically avoided, overstated if mentioned, and rarely talked about in transparent words. In one’s 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s existing in today’s world comes with a good sized starter package of grief that all too often never fully gets unpacked for all reasons that may be valid, however the weight of the decisions not to unpack our grief continue to slowly and gradually debilitate us from evolving into our better selves. Especially, those of us that are people of color, we exist in a time and space wherein grief, traditionally, wasn’t openly discussed, despair was moreso hidden, and heartbreak was a privilege reserved not for us. Through these poems, I want to share how and what I went through during my grieving in hopes that through my stories you will find some warmth in juggle the optimism, realism, and pessimism of our day.
A Griever’s Lullaby
How we manage our grief is an avenue of life that is typically avoided, overstated if mentioned, and rarely talked about in transparent words. In one’s 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s existing in today’s world comes with a good sized starter package of grief that all too often never fully gets unpacked for all reasons that may be valid, however the weight of the decisions not to unpack our grief continue to slowly and gradually debilitate us from evolving into our better selves. Especially, those of us that are people of color, we exist in a time and space wherein grief, traditionally, wasn’t openly discussed, despair was moreso hidden, and heartbreak was a privilege reserved not for us. Through these poems, I want to share how and what I went through during my grieving in hopes that through my stories you will find some warmth in juggle the optimism, realism, and pessimism of our day.
A Griever’s Lullaby
How we manage our grief is an avenue of life that is typically avoided, overstated if mentioned, and rarely talked about in transparent words. In one’s 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s existing in today’s world comes with a good sized starter package of grief that all too often never fully gets unpacked for all reasons that may be valid, however the weight of the decisions not to unpack our grief continue to slowly and gradually debilitate us from evolving into our better selves. Especially, those of us that are people of color, we exist in a time and space wherein grief, traditionally, wasn’t openly discussed, despair was moreso hidden, and heartbreak was a privilege reserved not for us. Through these poems, I want to share how and what I went through during my grieving in hopes that through my stories you will find some warmth in juggle the optimism, realism, and pessimism of our day.