In conversation with an anthropologist friend while in Aliki, Greece, this poem emerged. As aging women, we are expected to carry our grief and pain silently. So much of pain is taboo. Sexual abuse, addiction, menopause, mental disorders- but especially when one is a caretaker- grief is not welcome aloud. We end up alone, drowning, everything we built, in ruins. Ancient times to now, not much about grief has changed.

Danèlle Lejeune lives in Richmond Hill, Georgia with her three teenagers and novelist/poet husband Tony Ray Morris. After a twenty year hiatus, she's writing poetry, making art, and creating a lot of chaos with her opinions on onions and pies. 

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