Grief isn't ending, neither am I
|It’s all the energy I have just to
hold up the wall
between what is real
and what is in my head.
No energy to breath.
No energy to power my heart.
I just hold up the wall
and wait for them to come home.
The longer I live this way the
better I am at it. My fear is that
it might not kill me.
My terror is: I might have to live.
Grief isn’t ending, neither am I.
The worst of both worlds
But they are my worlds
So I will own them until...