by Marie Elena
Grief is a peculiar beast,
and how we least expect –
often at inopportune moments
when there is no fitting release
and nothing to do but cram it down,
thinking it will recede
and let us be,
it lingers about,
then slinks in
at the next inopportune moment ,
like a run-on thought
or a spinning yarn
with no end in sight
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
As I said on PA, this is perfect. And so much hope in those end words, even through their tears.
“What oft was thought, but n’er so well express’d” – Alexander Pope
Wow. Thank you, Sheryl. That means a great deal to me.
Perfect personification of grief.
Thank you so much.