I don’t understand grief
Everytime I think I have moved past it
It comes back to wash me over in its darkness
Pulling me back into the waves of emptiness
I want to be forgiven
I want to be forgotten
I want to be whole
But grief is not a hill to climb
A race to run or a battle to fight
It’s a monster under your bed you learn to speak to
It’s the lump in your throat that teaches you to be silent
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