Grief
For me
Is In the beginning
Completely
empty
A giant question mark
Made when my heart grows ears
To hear
And fists to clench
A gap
An empty urgent desperate silence
It’s a passive violence
A wasteland upon where I wander
Void of all
Goodness and joy and honor
I am all too aware
That Something is amiss
It is hard to resist
my emotion action- urge
Find the root of what hurts
All I feel is expectation
And anticipation
Why is it that sadness tastes so much
Like fear
In the early stages
Grief for me
Begins as a knowing that great pain is coming
An awareness happens
As facts collide with my reality
And I know it is real
And I know from some things you cannot heal
But I absolutely cannot deal
Or accept
What might become
What has become
My sadness
Frantic Expectation
That I cannot outrun.
