creating a space for nuanced living
Feb 26th, 2013
Mourning
Grief is hard.
It doesn’t go away.
‘Nothing’ is fixed, gets fixed.
That’s the hard part.
The process is something.
But it isn’t ‘fixing’.
That makes me angry.
I don’t like it.
Love doesn’t change it.
Dammit.
It takes time.
A new brain.
To take that on.
To become adult, like that.
I’m half wise, half young.
I’m a moon half dark, half full.
Don’t know which is real.
When I’m mourning.
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