Consolations After A BreakdownA Poem by CourtniReneeIt's all about perspectiveI offer myself consolations after a breakdown. I sat against a blank white wall speaking to my grandfather, who died when I was seventeen. Guilt felt then for never knowing him was heavy between our hands. He spoke to me about war blood and children. Flying cars, emerald cities, and impossible things. His face was smooth, eyes clear lips moving, though his voice was words behind. He stood in black and white, pulled from photos hung on my grandmother’s wall. We shared made-up memories, regrets, scotch on the rocks, and he tipped his hat. Now I lay on mother’s plush oriental rug making angels in its threads and speaking to no one. Silence is stifling. © 2016 CourtniReneeReviews
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1 Review Added on July 25, 2016 Last Updated on September 15, 2016 Tags: death, grandfathers, alcohol, teenagers AuthorCourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more..Writing
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