Grief is not a Process

It capsizes and grinds you.

Leaves you keel-hauled

bloody and breathless. 

It rolls in slowly. 

You don’t see it, then you’re knee-deep. 

It ripples

a pebble reverberating 

long after it drops out of sight. 

A violent storm.

A soft sigh. 

It does not end.

It transforms.

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