Grief

By Carrien Bluemiscarriage, poetry, this life together thing

Sometimes grief sits on your chest

wraps it’s arms about your face
and squeezes

until

you feel deflated
heavy
half dead
and to do anything,
any thing at all,
is just hard.

You sit
and think
and remember
and the tears press hard behind every smile
and every commonplace exchange.

But worst of all
is when you feel alone.

Worst of all is when you feel like people are tired of hearing about it
when there is no listening ear
when you want to stop being sad but can’t,
yet.

You start to stay away from people
and places
because you have nothing else to talk about
and you don’t want to talk about it
with people who don’t want to hear.

Grief is a thief like that.
Stealing you away from the living
with thoughts of the dead.

But we all grieve
We all breathe
Though our stories may not be the same.

The living love
the living listen
and we are not really alone
even when grief sits
and squeezes
and to do anything,
any thing at all,
is hard.

all content © Carrien Blue

5 thoughts on “Grief”

  3. "Worst of all is when you feel like people are tired of hearing about it
    when there is no listening ear
    when you want to stop being sad but can't,
    yet."

    so very true!! this has been real for me for most of the past year. i feel like i am supposed to go on with life and forget. . . but cannot forget.

    i have heard that the grief can roar loudly after the birth of the new baby. hugs to you!! <3

    ironically, i just read a blog of a woman whose young niece died a year ago. the family and friends pulled around this family at this time to support them on this sad anniversary. i just don't see this kind of stuff with miscarriage. truly, a silent loss. 🙁

  5. My ears and heart is always open…you have been there for me in so many ways! I can definately just listen to you vent, cry, be happy, and just enjoy each others company in quiet if need be!
    -Megan

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