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Grief as a companion
i am not looking to let go of you
i am not looking to overcome you
i am not looking to defeat you
i am looking to be with you
i see you and touch you and taste you
our dance is beautiful
i will stay up late at night with you
i will wake to the birds song with you
alone in our very own cradle of
tears and sweat and sound
i let you envelop me and at times
i let you drown me
you are the gift that has broken my heart
and opened me to living
led me to the missing pieces of my soul
grief, i will not deny you a room in my house
or a place in my bed
i will take you out with me and
let them see you upon my weighted shoulders
and within my tired, red eyes
i will let the rains outside find melody
with your noise as you rush out from
inside me, around me
and through me
and then back into me again
when i lost what i loved
you became my companion
the key to my falling apart
and the source of my freedom
I wrote this poem on grief during lockdown after ending my engagement. Writing is cathartic, it comes in waves when I am out of tears and searching for solace.
