An Ode To Grief

Grief as a companion ⁣

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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 ⁣

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I wrote this poem on grief quite cathartically after seeing the image below. My moments of inspiration are sudden and unexpected. I hear the lines and must find pen and paper and let the words flow out. No logic or care for grammar or punctuation, just an embodied emotional response to a trigger.

This image reminded me of the many nights I am alone in my bed. When I left my fiance’ this became my place of grieving, alone in my bed, where no one was watching. I drowned here and I was rebirthed here. When I allowed grief to become a companion, the aloneness subsided and I found a source of love.

'And now my bed is full of love because I am alone in it.'

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