My grief,
Flows like a river.
Today,
The rapids are churning a chaos of deep dark sadness.
Rocks of anger,
Pound away.
Stones of loss,
Beat unmercifully.
Limbs of longing,
Grasp and ensnare.
To the rocks;
I release my anger.
To the stones;
I release my loss.
To the limbs I release my longing.
As the waters gently hold my pain.
Tomorrow,
The calm and peaceful waters reflect acceptance.
So I may again,
Be.
-Joanna Young
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