The same same but different

JJ Aitken
Storymaker
Published in
Sep 1, 2022

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Photo by Ken Reid on Unsplash

I can take myself off to bed
with the view
that there’s nothing left to see

This horror in my chest
leaves me untethered in a sea
rolling and gently carried
to be placed upon this dawn

How to fit it all in
everywhere I look
I’m in stark surprise

I found my dog lying
with a crow that was dying
as I sat down beside him
he told me what happened
he’ll never be the same
to my eyes,
that shame

I wake crying
make a pact to go hiking
learn to dive and fly a kite

I keep picking up stones
broken glass and china plates

The longer I stay here
the more it dulls the ache

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JJ Aitken
Storymaker

These days I’m sitting still. Watching all the pieces, seeing where they fall.