Whether grief is a mountain range
towering high above you,
or an unsettling hum
in a desert
you didn’t know
you’d have to travel through,
a volcano,
indiscriminate
as it wildly erupts,
or an earthquake
that never prepares you
before it breaks everything up,
a storm of waves that turn the ocean
into an inescapable dome
a starless void of silence
millions of light years from home,
for whatever shape grief takes,
its presence claims space,
unapologetically pushing the boundaries
of logic, time, and place.
You are not a failure
when you cannot
make the grief just
“go away.”
It’ll take time
to move through this landscape
and I hope you know
that’s okay.
- Morgan Harper Nichols
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