Midhope Castle
Author: Ash Ochoa Poetry
You'll figure it out.
Birnham Oak
Blair Castle
LockNess
Inverness
Anticipation
It is known that there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Yet what about the prelude to them all?
What about the years I have been grieving over someone as they grin gleefully in unawareness right next to me?
I feel as if the anxious anticipation of what will assuredly come is as painful as what inevitably will.
This overwhelming sense of dread must count for something right?
There must be a sixth stage to this sorrow.
The Year of the Dog
There is a year that has never left me.
It has successfully stitched sickening moments into my skin and branded silent screams into my soul.
Some nights I imagine that those memories could be burnt away. As if my pain could curl up and combust like paper that has been lit on fire.
As if I could strike a match against the faint patchwork of scars stretching across my thigh and flick a sulfuric flame onto everything odious that happened that year.
I always hope that it burns fast.
And I always pray that it ignites your name first.
Powerscourt
The Stage
Tethered
One more fiber of the rope
tethering us together has been cut.
Now it has been severed to the point
that either one of us may completely
drift away at any given time.
I would reach for your hand to keep me afloat,
but sadly it has not been present for quite some time.
Yet maybe instead of drowning in these desolate depths without you I will finally learn to fly.
Why should I continue counting on you and your cold constraints when I no longer care to be grounded?
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