Grief

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My grief is as vast as the ocean;

Sometimes it threatens to swallow me whole.

 

What is it like to step into the gaping 

jaws of grief?

 

To face this wild-toothed monster

sticking out his tongue

 

        like a 

              ramp

                   for me 

                       to ascend —

 

an invitation —

 

and, without a word,

step across the threshold?

 

Where do we go when life

swallows us whole?

 

Consumed by grief,

I’ll tell you when 

I come out         

the other 

end.