Two Poems

Poetry
Theresa Kelly


Photo Credit: Valentina Volavia/Flickr (CC-by)

Photo Credit: Valentina Volavia/Flickr (CC-by)

When I told you I was thinking about going to therapy, you told me to suck it up.

Your sadness was not worth more than mine, simply
because it had been around longer.
You should not have slammed the door in my face.

You should have opened it, lovingly,
draped a blanket around my shoulder,
made me a cup of cocoa.

With you as my example,
it was clear that I was going
to be here a while.

 

grief

two years later, and this grief
is a surprise wave,
hitting you on the way out of the ocean,
dragging you back in,
back under.

you break the surface,
breathe in the air,
but the ocean water left
in your mouth
tastes like ashes-to-ashes,
like dust-to-dust

you wonder if
you can breathe underwater

pencilTheresa Kelly is a fourth-year student at West Chester University of Pennsylvania majoring in English literature secondary education. She was previously the editor-in-chief of her college newspaper. She has been published in Lip Magazine, Daedalus Literary Magazine, Literati, and the December 2015 edition of Toasted Cheese. Email: theresajoykelly[at]hotmail.com

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