My Name is Grief

She is a peculiar visitor.

She stays in her room, yet she always knows when to come out somehow,

She’s quite the inquisitor.

and I have no choice but to listen to her and do as she says now.

She is a limiter, but also a listener

Everything feels so much heavier when she’s here,

But she is also making me wealthier.

Wealthier within my feelings, relationships, within myself

But in this moment, she makes me feel like hell.

I ask her “Am I going to be okay? I cant tell. “

She tells me to just trust her, “Do not dwell.”

Now that she is near, I know that she will never disappear, no matter how hard I try to interfere

All I can do now is just accept that she's here,

Accept her tears.

I can only surrender and make room when she appears.

I know she will teach me to persevere, as long as I am willing to have a listening ear.

“Not to worry,” She says, “You are still so safe my dear.”

“My name is grief, and there is nothing to fear.”