Sitting safely in my home when grief came knocking at my door. I hesitantly opened it and my heart shattered to the floor.
Like a billion shards of glass, each one cutting deeper still, the day that grief knocked at my door. The day I lost my strength and will.
I cursed it to hell, this feeling I felt! I told it fuck off but it wouldn’t!
It clung to me with iron arms. I tried to break free but I couldn’t.
So here I sat.
I slept.
I woke, learning how to live like this, hopeful that when morning broke it wouldn’t greet me with its kiss.
But there it was the heavy burden that lay on me like the sea.
It was clear that grief had found its knew home here, in me.
It dug its roots deep to my soul. It grew with every tear.
It whispered, “I’m not letting go. You’re stuck with me, my dear!”
I thought if i could ignore it, it would become bored and then it would leave.
But it’s a real stubborn bastard, grief, for it knows I’ll always grieve.
mahani 