My grief is a window.
It hurts the same way the sun burns too harshly when it feels like winter.
My grief is a window.
It burns the same way the skin on my arm tears apart breaking through the glass.
My grief is a broken window.
Broken when my father threw
all the love he held for us out into the world.
The shards of glass rip through my skin,
each layer visible,
now cutting through every belief i ever held onto-
(we’ve reached the subcutaneous tissue).
It hurts me more than him.
My grief is the window, and is the sun, and is the winter, and is my arm, and is my skin, and is the glass that is broaching me.
piercing me
puncturing me
pricking at me.
My grief is the broken window staring me down every night when I can not sleep and the moon's light shines down brighter than the sun ever will.
My grief is the broken window, when all that remains are the blood-stained pieces on the wretched floor.
(have we reached the bone)
Caden Baghbani
Grade: 11 / Sec. V
Thornlea Secondary School
Thornhill, ON
“I wrote this poem in a three set poem, and it is the second part of the three poems, but I wrote it last. I found it very difficult writing this poem and I had to search deep inside my brain to remember how things feel. I used my own experiences to create a narrative of a character that I have created and must now become to express their everything thoroughly. My thought process comes out of listening to music, namely upsetting music that makes me uncomfortable in order to really feel through my writing.”
Bio
Caden Baghbani is a high school student from Richmond Hill. He loves to write across genres, but focuses on expressing humanity and different emotions through poetry. His Persian and queer shape his work, making them the heart of his writing.