The Looking Glass Volume 37 | Page 14

Running from Unknown Feelings

Brianna Carthins

As I look at this casket I stand in guilt.

Shouldn't I feel some great loss

for this someone that I could have grown closer to?

It’s sad to say, but I feel no astonishing pain.

There was no pain built,

no pain built inside of me.

Maybe just a shame that I felt

for a soul that was clearly not there.

I did have a feeling of jilt,

a resentment akin to pain.

But pain-

true pain-

I didn't have as I stared into that casket.

Stared at the soulless body of my Maman.