Grief’s fingerprint 

from my art journal, watercolor

In the past,
I’ve taken my losses
Discarded my gains
I’ve taken in others’ grief
I’ve cried for a world full
of people in pain.

There’s a cabinet of grief
The key to this place
Also unlocks the way to joy.

Sometimes, I feel like
I embody the grief
My mother felt when
Her mother died.
Holding me in her womb, she cried.
I heard, and was born.

Sometimes I feel like
The world and
I break my heart over and
over again.
Somehow, I remain whole.

I learn to live with
the grief, the sorrow, the joy
I learn what it is to be
alive.

– written sometime in/around 2012

 

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One response to this post.

  1. Grief love and loss. It’s all intertwined in life isn’t it.

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