Processing Grief

Forgive me if I’m quiet

and don’t have much to say.

My heart hurts a little extra today.

The sun came up and all I wanted to do

was cover myself back up

and hide underneath the covers.

I’d rather be alone

while my weary soul

feels smothered

by sadness;

while my grief-stricken bones

ache

over this madness.

I am not okay today.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t be

eventually.

So forgive me if I’m quiet

and don’t have much to say.

It’s temporary.