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Grief, a poem

have you met her? she descends slowly or maybe all at once she’s a riverlungs filling in flood she cracks

oh, how swiftly brilliance eagerness intensity gets dulled by shame shimmering turns flat brightness hides in shadows elegance is muddled

My body’s fulcrum. Full breasts above. Strong hips below. This belly. Plump, abundant, fleshy. It sometimes shrinks. It mostly grows.

backbones get built vertebrae by vertebrae with every victory with every heartache with every triumph with every shattering with each

I don’t want to play the record Perch behind the lens Hold the pen. I want to be the song

The goal of inner work is wholeness, not perfection. In pursuing perfection we are destined to come up short. Yes,

Sometimes it’s too much The world overwrought with pain. And then there is love.

Awakening lights Grapple to connect amidst Shadows and darkness

Sometimes I get it. Can hold, endure anything. Other moments not.