THERAPEUTIC WRITING

I Choose to Remember the Happy

Grief Therapy, Bad News Moments

Photo by ABHISHEK HAJARE on Unsplash

What do you do when your whole entire worldview
becomes a crimson recorder?
Do you run and hide because the truth has the weight
of a squadron of elephants
or do you face it, one-on-one, eye to eye?

Memories quickly become scattered across the hard patter
of an old floor at a relative's house —
the midnight lamps burning…
mind swirling into “what ifs?” and —
all sorts of things.

A movie reel begins to play, an opening scene of
no compare, yet
it is both black and white
but also, as foretold, crimson.

You have recorded the moments in another time
when you were an other you — 
and now everything flits and flirts with
your view — your whole entire worldview
as it were — 
and this is the play of your life.