the freedom of grief

Some things cannot be fixed They can only be carried Some pain so brutal it rips shatters wrecks When this hell visits We don’t get to escape We speak about time as a healer or offer empty words hoping they will make things better in an effort to lessen the horror that has landed in our life But When pain is unbearable You bear the choice about how you go about living your life But not about whether you carry pain It. Just. Comes. It is part of the human condition Just the same as love Not everything happens for a reason That fallacy denies us the one truth we require The freedom of Grief For as long as it lasts And as often as it comes It is a brutally painful journey Left undigested it will haunt us Leaving wounds to fester But if we allow it Hold it as a sacred process Scars form The large and small deaths in our lives Acknowledged And held And our most fragile selves Remain whole © ee