When Grieving Is Something You’ve Finally Been Given Permission To Do
when grieving is something you’ve finally been given permission to do you take a breath because you haven’t taken one in years because you haven’t been allowed to it tastes smokey the bitter bits left in the fire after it’s all burnt out your light is gone is has been for years now you still search for it in the darkness between the flickers of light the moon lets in as the west wind howls…