GRIEF
by Marie Elena
Grief is a peculiar beast,
prowling when
and where
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,
but no
it lingers about,
then slinks in
at the next inopportune moment ,
chafing,
never ending,
like a run-on thought
or a spinning yarn
with no end in sight
and no
… funny,
how relief,
though brief,
comes conversely
through
tears,
and laughter.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
pictured words 
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.