GRIEF Poem: One Arm, by Katie Squires

Every day you die
And every day I hug my friends over it.
I once heard of a writer
With only one arm
Who was bombarded with the question
“Why don’t you write about anything
Besides your missing arm?”
She smiled and said softly
“I’m writing about myself.”

Why do I only ever write about you?
One time, when I was eighteen,
I became a girl who lost her friend, and
Life became the only poem I will ever write
Over and over.

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