Sophie Kennedy Poems

when the world goes dark
and the grief emerges
washes over your being
pushing over your mind
...

sometimes i see the subtle imprints of them in on my canvas
an ear, a fingerprint, maybe a profile
i have always been an awful painter.
i could never make enough colors to fill in what i saw
...

Your insults slide off me
like water off a tower
thats me
the tall, strong tower
...

All things I've learned

can only be measured

by all the things i haven't

grounded and ingrained
...