Corinne Casella

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Pocket Garden

Grief is a wound that never heals
In a pocket garden blooming
In a pocket garden blooming
I am the dust of overturned earth
I am the dust of overturned earth
As a new song rises to fill the air
A new song rises but it is not new
I am on the ground but I am not dust
I am not dust but I am lying on the ground
Fires burn and ashes scatter, somewhere
Somewhere fires burn and ashes scatter
I drown in liquid, in the waters of myself
In the waters of myself, I drown
Grief is a wound washed clean

Corinne Casella is a former journalist turned creative writer. After years of wishing to create, she began in earnest during the pandemic. Looking to navigate the fear and loss of community, she began a journey of self-discovery. One she is still on, learning to cultivate her own voice, while always continually learning. Her poems have previously been published by the First Line Poets Anthology and the Wee Sparrow Poetry Press.