#255 (coil)


the second of May

my grandmother died

I will not see her

at my wedding

I will not feel

her bony hugs again

grief doesn’t fade

it coils in my ribcage

but I choose to caress

these bitter scales

enticing them

to tickle my heart

instead of crushing it


© Matthias Geh, 13th May 2018

this is dedicated to everybody 
who lost their mother or grandmother. 
grief is an emotion that unites, 
it doesn't divide. 
it is rooted in love.



5 thoughts on “#255 (coil)

    1. Mine helped raising me, since my parents got divorced when I was still really young. She taught me to survive. I feel like this poem isn’t enough to express my gratitude and love.

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  1. This is lovely. A very frank view on grief and emotions. Too often things are separated into extremes, this seems to defuse that and present it as all parts. I like the ‘bony hugs’ line, a personal memory you’ve chosen to share. I’m sorry for the loss, but I’m reassured be your choice to deal with it and not be reduced by it. A very touching piece. (I especially like your epilogue)

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      1. I’m glad to hear that. Writing can be very cathartic. It doesn’t offer the healing that is needed, but it’s a good place to be with emotions and feelings, especially at challenging times. The output can be curious and tough, but also powerful. It’s also a signpost of where you were at a certain time. I’m glad it helped/helps/is helping you.

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