I'm chanting an Amen
And the believers, enthusiastic, clap along.
I'm smiling, my head held high
And crooning the old words:
Comforting, revered hymns.
Yet my heart is keening
A funeral dirge,
The notes forever off kilter.
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I've been thinking a lot lately about the disconnect between outer face and inner feelings--this is one of the things you've captured so well here. Also the way grief can live on, deeply internalized.
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