To hell with mourning! The devil shall have a feast on tears and brew strong wine of loss and fears to feed the one's who sold their soul in apathy on idle coals in cowardice and meek despair bemoaning what is past repair And get them drunk on their own spit until they choke and [...]
When the tears have stopped, if only momentarily, and the cling wrap of your sadness stretches Just so that You can feel the reach of your ribs on the flight of your breath, pick up your dandelion grief and make a wish, or if that's out of question Hold it into the wind and [...]
As of yesterday The weight of the world has increased by Untold secrets Careless speaking Held grudges Blatant judgment Missed opportunities Unspoken apologies Wounds unattended Unremitting shame. This measurement is proportional to the radius two people could comfortably inhabit with outstretched arms multiplied by seven billion But don't.
We had it all wrong. The battles, the stories, the justifications Yellowed pages in a history book we're embarrassed to admit we once committed to memory. This is the curse of the still living in tailored black suits lined up at the grave. The role of the villain, the saint, the victim, the convict [...]
They said the sky was blue with no trace of a cloud Drunkenly pure A sea of summer prayers. They also say as above so below As the Father the Mother heavenly, an unbreakable promise joined at the heart. Who can blame us then, the surviving, for making up stories that suit our [...]
Tell me about your losses what has brought you sorrow what alienated, robbed and wounded you and tore the veil of time, irreparably. Tell me about the wound that doesn't heal that refuses to close, stubborn, like a nail on a cross. Did legions of darkness enter besieging your sacred heart? Did you [...]
Look at all the pretty words and how they pale before the Great Law of Life That all must die at last. Grief is a humbling visitor. It drains us of vanity and painted faces, of eagerness and righteous ignorance. It leaves us naked, bereft of words and meaning. But for writers, grief compels the [...]
There is grief, and there is Grief. One is a wet, heavy blanket on the chest, the other a torrent of uncried oceans. One we can walk around with unseen, the other stops us in our tracks and exposes us to the raw force of mortality. Grief makes us helpless. We become like little children [...]
I must have been eleven or twelve when I saw this film. What I remember most vividly about it were the main characters: grown men and women actors with the voices of young children. And not only that, they also behaved like children: they bickered, grabbed, pulled hair, pouted and threw tantrums when something wasn't [...]
As a therapist and facilitator of a monthly free support group for women struggling with infertility and/or early pregnancy loss, I bear witness to the full range of grief expressing itself. Not being able to conceive or to keep a pregnancy is a loss like no other. It questions the very fabric of a woman's [...]
