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The Rhythm of Grief

  • May 15, 2023
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The Rhythm of Grief


They say,

“The time is now to make a change”

But I think it can wait until tomorrow.

Today, I grieve the person I am until then.

Today, I break bread with the present.

Today, I feed the enigma.

I fuel the pain.

I let it reside in this body that will be plain,

tomorrow.

So until then,

I feel,

I hurt,

I complain.

Today, I exist with the rain.

So that tomorrow,

I am new.

No longer dragging this bag that is blue -

Depositing its colour in its tracks-

Painting the city blue…

In fact, tomorrow,

I am healed.

Tomorrow I pray,

I forget the woes of yesterday.

 
 
 

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