Sad Trip: A Poem

By Kristen K. Brown

Push, pull –

            Endless time wraps and coils.

Breathe in, out –

            Embracing and fighting solitude all at once.

Shadowy figures hover –

            Unseen, guiding, revealing truths.

Straining to see them –

            Midnight darkness leaves deep wounds.

Salty tears, salty air and a salty rim –

            Poor bedfellows make.

Desperate for something to make me forget –

            I sip.

            I sob.

            I sleep.

Awakened by a memory –

            The smell of sea and sweat and sun on coconut-oiled bodies.

Alone now to revel in this paradise –

            Revelry in grief.

Alone with only the sea –

            And a bottle of Coppertone.

The bottle flies –

            Half the contents spill to the floor.

Perfect –

            Enough left for only me.

Kristen Brown


Kristen Brown is a widow mom and the founder of, an author, entrepreneur, radio host and speaker. Learn more about her and her companies at


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