An Aspect of Grief
The memory moves in
A smile crosses my face
Fills my heart
Tears prick my eyes
A full blown sob rushes to the surface
Unexpected arrival
I choose to allow space
To hear my grief
Without suppression....with startled surprise.
I hear my hearts pain
No longer contained
So the emotion can move
The way it was meant to
Grief
Has many ways
I observed, allowed and held myself
Today.
I am listening...
To me x
An Observation
By Liz Stewart
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