From the recording Stethoscope
I’ve had a difficult year dealing with loss, and some of the people closest to me have suffered for it. I was hurt and didn’t want to lash out at people dear to me. So I did what was probably the exact opposite of what I should have been doing. I pushed people away when I needed them most. In a way I thought I was protecting them from anger that didn’t belong to them, but it turns out that silence and distance can hurt just as much as anything you’re worried you might say. This months poem is titled Stethoscope.