I carry grief
like an uninvited guest.
it sits heavy, on my chest,
egotic, stubborn, expansive and
refuses to leave.
it has become my long term
companion, loyal, ever-present,
taking up all the space, surprising
me, leaving me breathless,
speechless,
feeding on my agonies.
what if it’s a loud alert
just protecting me,
a rhythmic thumping life
warning, guarding, shielding me from
Beautiful ❤️
A peaceful way to hold grief's hands.
Can you hold me tightly,
so I don’t feel too much,
so I feel
my place in this world -
my grief too,
your body,
the shape of your words
baptizing my soul.