Tag: grief
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I miss you, All is well
Here is a poem I repurposed for my husband’s obituary. They had put a general poem in there that I ain’t like, and I was like gimme me a minute. I went through years of half finished, written but unedited, completed but unpublished l, published but not quite right poems until I came to this […]
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The Wife That William Built
I’m so many days into a sorrow unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Tears burst forth out of nowhere, rage nipping at my heels like an hungry hyena waiting for me to stumble into a briar patch of wrath. Hands shaky and idle all at once, my body jerking forward to complete tasks that my mind […]
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Early Morning Stress Stream
I’ve been writing almost every day to give my mind something to do. I’ve spent the last 5-6 years working on my emotional intelligence, recognizing (or rather having friends and mentors alike point out) that I do not engage my emotions as a normal person of my age should. I’m real good at shoving things […]
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Kindness, Clarity, and Encouragement – #107
Like that’s it. That’s the post for today. I have so many emotions. And I miss my husband. And life marches on. On a pretty yet cold Friday.
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Grief Exhaustion
One of the things we don’t talk about enough publicly, regularly, is the physical taxation of grief. And no, I’m not talking about my emotions or the exhaustion from crying or whatever. My body is literally tired. My muscles are sore, and I feel like I should be taking an NSAID or something. It hurts […]
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The Capacity of Earthen Vessels, A Love Story
I’m full of tears. If you don’t know yet. My husband Bishop William Spencer passed away yesterday quickly and quietly. Keep all of his children and extended family in your prayers. I’d lie and say it was unexpected, but he had been preparing me in his own ways. Still. I am devastated. I don’t know […]
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Kindness, Clarity, and Encouragement, #96
It is well. The culture’s season doesn’t always match the season in which you find yourself. Life is complicated. God is faithful. He ain’t worried bout no tree, gifts, or parties. The Father is worried about your soul. ❤️ Via the good folks at Training & Treatment Innovations, Inc.
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Struggle is real; God is realer to me
I’ve been struggling with so many things these past few weeks. Grief. Depression. Anxiety. Imposter Syndrome. Physical sickness. I could give a long drawn out description of each category, but it basically boils down to the very rooted and very real “what if” that never goes fully away. It has been the epitome of gut […]
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Grief. A Reflection.
The number one killer of black people (behind systemic racism): grief. We carry it in our bodies, cancers becoming more aggressive, blood pressure never stabilizing, backs and knees unable to carry the load, hearts giving out. I eat mine. If I don’t get control of my grief and sorrow, I will have diabetes–just like my […]
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Fine Lines of Sorrow
Grief has no timeline. Just time and linesOf memoriesStalking me.While I seem fine,Fine lines defineWhat’s missing.And quite insidiously,Grief creeps, a vineThat takes time to windUp in meAnd surprise meEvery time.It has no point. Just lines And linesOf the tears I tendTo weep.Kisha GreatJoy Spencer
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