Hundreds of Goodbyes: A Poem on Endings, Beginnings, and the Butterflies That Found Me

How We Navigate Grief with Blair · May 25, 2026 · 6m

As a little girl, I turned to writing whenever I had big feelings. In my diary. For school assignments. In poetry.

There was something about putting words on a page that made the inside of me feel less crowded. Writing helped me understand myself, and it gave my deepest thoughts a place to go, somewhere outside my body, where I could finally look at them.

I drifted away from it for a long time, the way we drift away from a lot of the things that once held us. Life gets loud. Seasons change. But lately, the words have been coming back. And in this season of life, I’m going to keep sharing…