Grief is a funny thing
how you can be smiling and functioning and doing all the right things
and completely falling apart
all at the same time
crying in all the little moments between life
choking for air
a heart irrevocably broken
no sense of meaning
despite meaning presenting itself constantly
utter devastation
shattered in ways unseen and unexplainable
How it lingers in the core of every cell in your being
How it can be triggered by almost anything even months and years afterwards with equal intensity to the first wave
How it is you…
I want to write beautiful words. I want to be seen and heard in this world. I speak my truth to get out of my own mind so that I can be in the real world. I want to empty my head so that it is free to grow new thoughts and speak clearly. I want to speak truth, I don't want to hide in fear. I write what I know. Life is all things at once and in moments. These are mine. What is true for me one day may not be the next.....my truth is my truth only in the moment that it is.
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