She wanted her grief
To take
The shape of a thing.
To be a thing she could mould,
A thing she could pound,
A thing that would grow old,
That could be unwound.
She wanted to name it.
And draw it.
And hold it.
And throw it.
But all she could do was feel it.
And she did not like
The way
It made her feel.

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1 Response to Grief

  1. jfb57 says:

    Having something to focus all that emotion on would be wonderful & help to ease the pain but feel ur you must eventually😔

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