Blueberry-Scented Elegies
Semi J.
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Last August, a stranger’s split-second conflation of accelerator and brake sent his car hurtling through my family’s post-funeral lunch, slamming into the table where I sat beside my grandmother’s best friend of 70 years, whom I’ve affectionately referred to as the “blueberry granny” all my life. That day, the life of this woman, once a connective tissue of my family, abruptly and tragically halted. In the months that followed, I turned to poetry to make sense of my PTSD and survivor’s guilt. The two poems in this collection are only a small fraction of the countless works I produced during this difficult time as I navigated my path to healing through catharsis.
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Creativity is proof of my individuality and the emotional complexity of being human. It tethers me to my joyful, carefree younger self who once saw the world as vibrant and imaginative. Ultimately, finding beauty even in life's ugliest moments requires creativity; this is precisely what makes life worth living.
