Road Trip Through Grief by Caitlin MacEwan

I thought it’d be an earthquake.
That I’d fall to pieces,
and rebuild when the time came.

But instead it left a void.
I’m turning into shadow
and I don’t know how to gather, the smoke
of myself into something firm.

I just have to keep travelling forward
with an I.O.U where a heart should be,
and wait, with hope.


Caitlin MacEwan is 25, lives in the Highlands of Scotland and has been writing for over 15 years. She writes short-fiction, poetry and is currently working on a few longer projects. You can find her on twitter @snufflur or on Flickr @grufflump.

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