There is grief in my home

There is Grief in my home.
And it is hard to hold space for
when it takes up so much room.

It leaves a trail of harsh words
Formed like coal by pain too great
And crushed to make diamonds.

There is Grief in my home
And it’s so quiet but so loud
Aching but grateful to feel this deeply.

It’s like glitter, a sparkly mess
Even after you’ve cleaned and swept and sweat
Top to bottom, side to side.

There is Grief in my home
And we can’t see the other side
Right now.
We are in the trenches.
Choosing to look for the stars.
That will

LYL xoxoxo

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