I’ve sat with my grief, watched it morph into denial, anger and then anxiety.
I’ve sat with my grief watched the days and dreams fly past me.
I’ve sat with my grief and sensed all of my shattered pieces beneath me.
I’ve sat with my grief and I could swear I’ve never felt lonelier.
I’ve spoken with my grief and watched all my fears float away.
I’ve looked at grief with a soft, tender heart and I’ve learned about a new kind of beauty that can be felt and mentioned.
I have sat with my grief and it has shown me that it can be a companion I shouldn’t be afraid of it.