Grief

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Grief cannot be tainted by time or distance

It is a beast no matter how far I go

I cannot seem to outrun its hold on me 

It catches me by surprise

In incandescent moments 

When I turn off the lights

Beneath a cocoon of blankets

It follows me into my dreamscape 

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Haunts me when I wake

Reminding me of everything I could not coax to remain

It speaks in phantom voices

Whispering sweetly in the dark

Of all the things that slipped away

Under closed lids and through open hands

Heartbeats that faded under my touch

Warm giving into cold

Hellos that turned into the hardest of goodbyes

But letting go doesn’t get easier

And moving forward is an art I will perfect

But the sting of what I walk away without

Still lingers and resonates deep around my bones

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And Grief finds its way back eventually

Curling up and calling me home

 

by C.A. Elizabeth  // Artwork by Hana Elmasry 

 

C.A. Elizabeth

These are the humble musings of a shy little poet.