Victorious Death (Grief)

If that sets us free

Why does it feel like defeat, when the ones we love leave

When the prayers we prayed turn to weeping… and clawing… and gnashing of teeth

It’s grief

Surely when we die we come to life

Oh Momma, be with me in paradise

If death set you free… send it back to me

Where do I go for air

Where can I breathe again, as the walls of the world close in

Is that you in my slumber

Is that you through the veil

Where do I go for air… when the ones I run to are not there

I was chosen… to be lost

Then found as a casualty of a war that’s never going to stop

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