I’ve left my grief in paper cups
in sinks
in stupor
with confetti floating
in liquor
wading in a puddle
like the birth of aphrodite
i lost my sense
incensed by burden.
– sheila c
I’ve left my grief in paper cups
in sinks
in stupor
with confetti floating
in liquor
wading in a puddle
like the birth of aphrodite
i lost my sense
incensed by burden.
– sheila c
sheila sea 
Reblogged this on Let it come from the heart and commented:
A strong poem from a great poet.
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