a letter to my grief

dear grief;

although you pierce me & pull me under the surface,

you are not my enemy.

although you arrive uninvited & leave me with nothing left to give,

you are always welcome.

although you isolate me, leave me frozen & expect me to survive,

i still take a breath for you.

although you stand tall in my way & do not let me pass,

i bow to you indebted.

for how can i deny you?

when you were born from my love?

where love once bled from me,

now endures a wound.

a wound to remind me;

/of a joy i once felt,

/of a smile i once admired,

/of a kiss that held me safe.

by yogiwhale