Grief

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Grief is a bizarre thing
It comes in waves
Turbulent, persistent waves
One moment I am distracted from my heartache
The next I am on my knees begging, pleading to be freed from grief
Grief is an unsympathetic thief, holding me hostage to its' chest
I struggle, I kick and I fight
But my wrestle with emotion is useless
For I am once again made weak by grief and her powerful consequence
I try to steer my thoughts
Around, under, above
But there she is
Like a dam, constant and unfaltering
She won't let me pass
For I have found the only way to get by grief
Is to go through it





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