Sitting in grief
I feel it in my body, my bones —
borrowed, given, taken, shared.
Focus and clarity, depart
What remains drowns me:
violent visions, steeped in sadness
a literal aching heart.
How much can I endure?
I want to relieve myself of this burden,
see the light again.
But the cloak clings
casting its shadow
until every image is blurred
every sound is muffled
every taste is bland
every touch is shied away from
yet desired.
A gentle touch on my shoulder
a hug, a hand in mine.
This burden is not mine alone
to bear
but in those moments between
dreaming and wakefulness,
despair.
I fear the only way out
is to remain here;
allow the sadness and tears to linger
feel the pain and grief
be silent
be still
await the arrival of joy…
another day.
