Day 4

Write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why. Perhaps it’s September because kids have to go back to school. Or January, because the holidays are over and now you’re up to your neck in snow. Or maybe it’s a month most people wouldn’t think of (like April), but which you think of because of something that’s happened in your life.

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The worst month was the month we parted ways, the month that nothing was ever the same. The worst month was the month you barely said my name, like it carried its own shame. The worst month was when weeks would pass at a time and I couldn’t see your face. The worst month was when I stopped saying grace. The worst month was when I couldn’t hear your laugh.  The worst month always seemed to last and last. The worst month I would never see you smile and we were both so hostile. The worst month was filled with so much pain and despair. The worst month didn’t seem fair. The worst month didn’t make sense and everyone was tense. The worst month carried no hopes or expectations. The worst month was full on fear and hesitation. The worst month led to many misconceptions. The worst month left behind so few remedies and so many enemies. The worst month seemed to carry on for more than a year and brought so many tears. The worst month left us broken and alone. The worst month left us without a place to call home.

-M.A. Fernández

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