Still Here – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

This Saturday marks two years since my Father’s passing. Grief is a strange thing that it plays by its own set of rules and can drag you back into its depths without warning. The following free verse poem is an echo from that dark place we find ourselves in.

Still Here:

I’m still here 
to witness the world
and relay my observations 
in poems you’ll never read

They’ve crucified Woody Allen,
I didn’t see that one coming
I grind my teeth thinking of February,
and now it hurts to chew

I’d sleep the rest of this week away
if life would let me
I’d disappear into myself 
and never come up for air

Every death I’ve experienced
was like a bomb exploding, with
ways of life and family members blown
in a thousand directions

When the dust settled,
broken, bloody shapes pulled themselves
to their feet and 
limped forward, ears ringing,

into a new world


-Brandon White