Triggered Grief

There’s an ancient pain in there

Grumbling to be released

It claws and punches; it’s never ceased

So much is trapped inside

Wish I too, could have died

There’s an ancient pain in there

Grumbling to be released

It claws and punches; grief is a beast

So much is raw and bare

Wish I too, could come up for air

Long enough to embrace, that I’ll see my daughter’s face

We’re together still, in this place

But as grief goes

One never knows

Without an invite, still it shows

That ancient pain in there

 

 

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