Grief's Beautiful Burden

And we all feel that clawing pain again, that sickness in our stomachs

Normal, others and so called experts would say, just a part of it all

Not that the normality- the nauseous pangs ever lessen the gut-punch

In time, it often comes as a surprise, creeps unexpected like an intruder

Versions of the reality we first experienced, that we replay annually

Every passing iteration spotlights the clogging dirt beneath the surface

Ripping through the inconsequential, exposing the inevitable brutality

Severed though we are with each passing 12 months from it, the nexus

As reminders come like a thief in the dark of night, so too does the pain

Raping the storehouse of memories we have built, trashing, ravaging it

Year in, year out... though we repair and keep the storehouse safe

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Author's Notes: Another self-explanatory one. I'm sure. For the wonderful Real Poetic's One Year Anniversary Challenge. More details on the link below.

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