A Letter to Myself in Autumn 2015
A Poem
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This is a low point
no questions
heart-broken, bathroom floor
again
too much held tight in your chest
every voice in your head
a frantic scream
every scream wanting to know
why you’ve ever bothered
caring for anyone
at all
I’m sorry
It doesn’t get better for a while
But just hold on a little longer
Scrape yourself off the linoleum —
love will be there soon
surprising as the first scent of spring
after the winter
truer than any promise ever made to you
This is a low point,
no questions
But love is coming,
love is coming
Grace Moore is a writer of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Her interests include travel, reading, and doing any activity that involves supplies from the craft store. She lives in Washington with her husband, where they can often be found discussing Doctor Who in-depth. She’s passionate about helping writers find their motivation and unlock their creativity. Follow her on Instagram, sign up for her newsletter, and support her on Ko-fi.
