POETRY | CATHARSIS THROUGH PRAYERS | EMOTIONAL TRIGGERS

Grief is an Eager Guest

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Yesterday, I read a nasty comment,
not on my poem or article,
but on my comment on someone else’s article.
Mine was a normal response, agreeing
to points from my friend’s.

Why such a rude comment on a comment?
I was appalled: Yes.
I was hurt: Yes. Emotionally triggered - some past remembrance.
Did I reply: No. I don’t have to justify my words.
Was I up for a debate/let me give them back: Not at all.
Did I block them: Yes.
Did my feelings end there: They should’ve, but they didn’t.

For a few seconds, I felt a bit worthless, a bit…
because of the disrespect. I shouldn’t have felt so.
Thereupon, my thoughts journeyed through all
the wildernesses of my failures,
all of them…
and then they swiftly hopped on to
the carriage of my mother’s memories.