The Smoking Woman

March 29, 2023

The Smoking Woman

the last time i saw you

was years before you died

that big smirk, hazel eyes

wrinkled face, aged and wise

leaving your home, i reverse to see

the door ajar, peeking out at me

the smoking woman seeming carefree

dog in hand, both of you, short and gutsy

i wave goodbye, ‘i love you’ with glee

knowing one day i will miss this reality

the last time i saw her

almost two years has passed

my personal doomsday

an emotional bomb blast

i have no choice, i look at that day

as the other side gently making way

for the gutsy smoking woman

April 23rd, feast day

Posted by:

Kayla

graduate student, trauma survivor, lover, and writer. lived experience with #cptsd, #bpd & #ocd. passionate about mental health.

About Me

Kayla is currently the Virtual Communications Manager at Tamar’s Shelter, a nonprofit focusing on building safe shelters in India for women who have been exploited. She created and manages the website and works with the head of the nonprofit on any marketing tasks. Kayla has also taken on the copywriter role at Families for Depression Awareness, located in Massachusetts. The non-profit focuses on spreading mental health awareness to families of those who struggle with mental illnesses, such as depression and bipolar disorder.

This blog was prepared by Kayla Mason in her personal capacity. The opinions expressed in these articles are the author’s own and do not reflect the view of any organizations Kayla associates with.

Kayla Mason