Grief Throws A Blanket

Grief throws a blanket

Over our heads,

And punches us in the stomach

So hard,

It knocks us to the ground.

Sometimes we’re afraid

To lift the blanket

And get up.

We hold our breath,

Not moving,

Wishing the grief

Would just go away.

But we have to get back up

On our own two feet

In order to remove

The blanket of grief.

We must stand up

And open our eyes,

Letting the tears

Clean our lenses

So that we can see

That we are still here.

The grief has not consumed us,

Completely.

When we stand up,

Our legs might wobble,

And our shoulders might shake,

But we will feel

Life

Flowing back in.