A precursor- this is just a view on grief, not my own, but rather what i imagine it is like to walk the road of barrenness...
All my friends are almost done, and here i am; not even begun...
I never imagined myself to be the one to know this strain, i always thought I'd be the one that pitied someone elses pain
Little clothes and lullabies surround me every day; reminding me and threatening even when I choose to look away
I always told myself I would be strong if I found myself here; but how was I to know the sharp tip of this spear?
I couldn't have prepared myself, couldn't have been nudged on to better thoughts; because at the end when it came right down to it all would have been lost...
Because you can't swim through grief with tools in your arms, they will sink and you will drown...
Grief is about surrendering and sitting in the water; allowing the feeling to set; imagining yourself dry someday, but being satisfied with the wet...
Because if all you do is struggle; to rise above and see... You will rise too quickly and leave no room for slow growing mercy...
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