Space/click/right arrow if you would like to read the poem on the backdrops in the project. Want to read the poem in the desc, just scroll down --- please don't offer condolences, this is a reflective poem and not a sad mopey one (even if it doesn't seem like it lol). --- Let me know if I made any spelling mistakes in the project or in the desc. thanks for reading! - blue --- Grief goes in circles, maybe forever. I wrote about Parkinson's for my biology test 8:30 in the morning Talking about-- Writing about-- Losing muscle control and hypersalivation. Parkinson's Is what my adopted grandmother had Two airplane trips down south to Florida and back Just one ticket, one seat For my mom Who went to visit while she still could. We didn't go to the funeral--too far for a family of five. I don't know when you're supposed to get over these things And be able to write about them-- Write about the facts-- Without the chemicals in your brain turning into thoughts And feelings. Grief circles around me, I think. Every time I pass old friends in the hall And we pretend the other doesn't exist. I circle around grief, I think, When I can't run (Dance) (Walk) (Jump) Like I used to. Maybe life is just circling around the drain until it all catches up with you once more.
