Saturday, December 4, 2021

In The Jungles of Home

I feel more heartbroken and sad
now than I have in many years.
I don't particularly feel like being
myself right now. I just want 
to be alone, to be quiet and feel
the sadness rising like a wave.
What I feel seems like it would be
paltry compared to the grief of others.
Grief is grief. It sits like an uninvited
guest who never really leaves.

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