Bluey

The most challenging part of grief is the restlessness.

The feeling like I should be moving, doing, fixing.

But the weight of it holds me down.

With the knowledge there is nothing I can do

And this can’t be fixed. 

I want to crawl out of my skin.

Crawl into a hole.

Scream at the top of my lungs.

Never speak again. 

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