On Grief

Grief is lonely.
The pain rests solely within the chambers of your heart.
The sorrow spreads like leukemia through your blood.
Your thick fleshy skin is your pain's most fearful capture.
No hug, nor tear, nor quiet word will pour its poison from your veins.

Grief is angry.
It asks questions that noone can answer.
Demands logic absent reason.
Curses faith and divinity and those well-meaning individuals who are vehicles for their cliched messages.

Grief is selfish.
It consumes every morsel of your thoughts.
Lurks in your dreams, creeps into your nightmares
Fogs your mind to other people's useless, fictional, daily pain convincing you that yours is all that matters because if others could really fall within its depth...
and feel the hell you felt...
the world would have stopped with your loved one's last breath.

Grief births insanity.
It rewrites a story that has already been told.
Waits at doors that will be forever closed.
Reaches out into the darkness for arms that one can never again hold.

Grief is inevitable.
A sudden stop on a peaceful walk.
An unforseen consequence of a well written plot.
Reminding us that there has to be a reason to rise and take your daily steps,
Other than a foolish expectation that you will actually breathe your next breath.

by Tiara