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Grief's Identity

Self-reflection

By Roxy WolfPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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I spent a day with anger who told me her real name was grief

I spent a day with grief and uncovered the horrors she had seen

We talked for hours about the stolen things

like innocence, happiness and belief

We compared our scars visible and invisible

Our armor tattered and swords unsheathed

talking about battles fought

and the losses that had stained us hidden underneath

Grief told me that anger was a mask to keep people at bay

Anger was a protection that helped shield the hurt

She was fierce and unaffected by the bruises beneath her shirt

I spent a day with anger and grief

at the end we walked to the mirror

all I saw was me.

inspirational
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About the Creator

Roxy Wolf

Hello! My pen-name for this is Roxy Wolf. Not using my real name due to personal reasons. One day that may change. This is part of my journey to healing & learning to use my voice. I hope this helps others know they're not alone.

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