Monthly Archives: April 2014

Grief

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They say you must feel pain,

 to feel joy,

that struggle,

 is necessary to live fully,

that suffering,

allows for gratitude,

and that sorrow,

opens the heart.

 

But, fuck,  does it hurt!

 

I vowed I would not run.

I would not evade.

I would not numb.

 

So here I sit with pain,

the full weight of my humanity,

on me.

 

Only trivial relief comes from cool tears,

gliding down my burning cheeks.

 

My thoughts taunt the dark corners of my mind,

I let them permeate.

Muddled by my refusal to react,

they mix with the background roar of evening traffic,

until I no longer hear nor see them clearly.

 

I get it; I’m flawed.

I am human.

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