ode to grief

Grief is grief.
It's a hurt deep within us
that suffocates our breath and grips our hearts
with searing pain...

I didn't loose anyone to death,
Yet I am mourning something that was taken away from me
with swift cruelty and agonizing betrayl of trust

Feels like death to me...

So please don't say it's okay, lots of other people go through this
don't tell me that I'm better off
or there's plenty of fish in the sea

Don't tell me that I shouldn't be missing what I lost
I have memories that tell me, despite the end,
the beginning and middle are worth crying over

I'm grieving what was and what is
I'm grieving her loss of family and daddy-time
I'm grieving through anger and pain
that's also washing over her face too

I'll grieve as long as I need to without feeling ashamed or judged...
So will she.

And when we want to talk about it, or stomp or bang because
we're too mad to use our words or too full of sorrow
hold a quiet and tender place for us to come back to
in your arms and in your heart

We need friends who know how to be friends
now, next month & possibly in three years...
and so does our grief.

*Inspired by Terri's post