The Grieving
The Grieving
A frenzy, a chaos of
celebration all around.
Togetherness and ritual imposed while
inside of me a splintering
No respite, no escape from
faces eager to connect
to share, to love.
Grief is a mongrel here;
an agony of burden on
the righteous shoulders of joy
I can only run, crying out,
in frantic search of
This tree, this breeze that
gives me permission
gives me space
to breathe
to be
Its tapestry of lace against
a grey ocean of sky
shrouds me from expectation,
from judgement,
defending my right
to grieve
to peace
At Christmas
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