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a letter to my grief

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dear grief;


although you pierce me & pull me under the surface,

you are not my enemy.


although you arrive uninvited & leave me with nothing left to give,

you are always welcome.


although you isolate me, leave me frozen & expect me to survive,

i still take a breath for you.


although you stand tall in my way & do not let me pass,

i bow to you indebted.


for how can i deny you?

when you were born from my love?

where love once bled from me,

now endures a wound.


a wound to remind me;

/of a joy i once felt,

/of a smile i once admired,

/of a kiss that held me safe.



by yogiwhale


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