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.

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