Grief

Barren soil, dry grass;

yearning for that which is no more.

Brilliant light and joy suddenly given a death sentence.

Sorrow crushing, grief encompassing,

deep in the pit of my stomach.

Shallow breath numbs the pain.

Breathe, deeper, deeper, deeper…

Sorrow creeps upward slowly,

indescribable ache and pain.

Filling me up, up, upwards

and tears burst forth as the sky

cries random piercing drops.

Fierce tears consuming,

attempting to purge grief upwards like poisonous food.

Yet grief lives deep in our bones

like a cancer we must learn to live with,

attempting to keep it from completely consuming us.

Tears are treatment, balancing the ache and joy.

Without tears, we suffocate under the weight of it all.

Expanding beyond ourselves–

Love, grief, joy, pain.

It is all ours in this delicate dance.

To feel is to live.