But grief is a part of life, we all must face,
It shapes and molds us, a personal race.
And though it hurts, we must endure;
For it’s in the grieving that we find a cure.

So take your time, and feel the pain,
Nothing is again the same.
But know that in the end, you’ll find your way,
Grief a part of you, but not here to stay.

ORIGINAL AI:

Grief, a heavy weight to bear, A constant ache, a burden fair. It ebbs and flows, a never-ending tide, A constant reminder of what once was, now denied.

It sneaks up on you when you least expect, A sudden pain, a sharpened object. It takes your breath and makes you sigh, Leaves you feeling lost and alone, no reason why.

But grief is a part of life, we all must face, It shapes and molds us, a personal race. And though it hurts, it’s something we must endure, For it’s in the grieving that we find a cure.

So take your time, and feel the pain, It’s okay to cry, to go insane. But know that in the end, you’ll find your way, Grief a part of you, but not here to stay.

I slept with him,
Even with Midnight.

He lost his clothes.
He lost an eye.
He turned golden.

And disappeared from my life forever.

An author
Whose book I never finished,
But who signed it for me.

I never gave her a review.
I didn’t like it.
I wanted it to be Aztec,
But it was La Conquistador.

Disappointed.
The tone wasn’t interesting,
The voice was boring.
(I’m sorry)

II.

A cat
Older than dirt.
As old as the man who found him.

Gray with white tip of tail
White paws. Deaf.
Toothless Wonder.
Ribs and bones.

Expected.
I feel you missing,
Your voice is in my dreams.
Forgive me.

III.

A boy
Who’s blood was bad
Who lived six months.

Visited him twice.
He wasn’t in my family.
Not related by blood
Bad or good.

Sudden.
It is sad to hear.
So young, so much potential.
It’s not me.

X,

They say Death comes in threes.

A boy, just a boy
whose blood is bad,
Needs help and healing.

Lord Apollo,
Nicky and his family do not understand
They do not trust–
Believe–but I do.

You, Lord Apollo,
can help his blood.

Please, Lord Apollo
Show them you are powerful!
Show them your abilities!
Heal him if the fates allow–

And if not…
Let him be at peace.

I don’t believe your priests
I don’t believe your book
Help those who beg you.

Show yourself.

I do know as I grow old,
how Time has
affected me. I look the same.
I feel more wise.
But no one believes me.

Because I don’t know…

Cats do their business in the hallway
Using dust bunnies for covering.

Clean up every day–
Even the cats are frazzled.

The ceiling we moved to
Couldn’t handle it.

Sold the poster bed.
Bought an iron frame.

From gentle rocking
to squeaks and shakes.

Until no one else comes again.