Grief
written by: Lois Rose Mayday
Grief, a five letter word. Daunting in the caverns of your mouth, heavy in the heart. Weighs everyone down. Each carries their own. Cannot be lent or borrowed. Your smiles cutting its way through a crowd, doesn’t give off the grief within you. It’s the time you spend alone, during quiet nights or peaceful days, when it hits home. The ache throbs, pulsates through your skin, and at times brings hidden tears to the forefront. The grief of never talking to a friend again. The grief of unsaid words and feelings. The grief of the dead. The friend leaves the party. The words no longer make sense. The dead disperse into the unknown. I asked grief one day, “Why don’t you abandon me? The only abandonment I’ll willingly receive. It whispered, “Coz I have lessons to teach, I know you wouldn’t otherwise learn.” So, I dealt with it through shaky hands and heaving breaths. And learned the hard way to let go and heal.
