Push and Tug
Grief is here
always near.
She sits in the corner
at the ready.
Sometimes she punches.
Sometimes she embraces.
Neither warrants a warning.
She is
utterly beautiful,
splendidly horrid.
Her dimensionality
is never lost
on me.
When I don’t feel her,
I miss her.
That is how she never
truly
leaves.
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Love the title of this one, the physicality is a really good intro to the depth of the content 💚
Hi Amy!
“sits in the corner” feels true.
Sending 💜