Grief

Having lost my favorite cat last week, suddenly and due to multiple issues, I have been in a pile of grief for the last ten days or so. I am still crying daily.

This poem wanted to come out this morning. First draft, best draft? 🤣🙄

Season of loss

This is the thing

they never tell you

when they want you to grow up.

Enter the season of loss with us.

It’s terrible; adulting is terrible.

There comes an age 

when you start losing

more than you’ve ever gained.

Grief becomes a constant companion.

There is no manual for this.

Nobody talks about it.

It’s the secret passage

everyone goes through

yet nobody remembers

and nobody

wants to talk about.

Pain. Loss. Illness. Death. Accidents.

They pile up.

Why is it worth living until then?

Why is this worth growing up for again?

The losses column outweighs the wins.

Wins are ephemeral.

Losses are permanent.

The holes they leave 

in the fabric of time

and the weave of the heart

never heal.

Money can’t fill them.

Replacements can’t either.

Forget alcohol or drugs!

Insurance doesn’t matter;

you can’t insure for heartbreak.

Things are just things.

But heartstrings?

Try mending one of those.

Good luck. I’ll wait.