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kristinschaaf submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem or letter about one way you feel misunderstood 3 months ago Misunderstood Mourning
Kristin SchaafYou tell me that you see me
And you tell me that you know
You show up with trite words
You hope will somehow show
You have the best intentions
With peace offerings that fall flat
In covered casseroles and
Withering plants I just can’t
Seem to keep alive either.There’s no more suffering now
You say to me—and he’s in
A better place without pain
But what you don’t see—is within
I need you to see my pain
Deep into my eyes where it
Holds everything you cannot.I’m tired of the stupid shit
With all your false platitudes
Please go read the beatitudes
Blessed are the meek they say
Blessed are those who mourn
For they shall be comforted
So please when you’re ready
To mourn alongside me
I’m not ready to pretend
That anything else you say
Is what I need to hear.Voting is open!
Voting ends June 23, 2025 11:59pm
Kristin, everyone mourns differently, so it is exhausting when others have expectations about how you should process your grief. It is also exhausting to pretend to be comforted by well-intentioned casseroles, plants, and visits when all you want is to wallow. I hope that you are able to find someone to mourn alongside you and expect nothing more than your presence in return. Thank you for sharing your experience.
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