Grief is consuming, it takes us on rides of wishes and longing and memory...
Then, in an instant it can throw us to our knees through the force of our loss.
by Mariann Martland
She looked to the sky,
longing for him to whisk her up
with the winds that blew through her heavy hair.
She could feel the freedom of the breeze,
swirling around her like an inviting dance,
asking her to join, to become the movement.
She wept as she remembered her body,
pulling her back down to the earth
as though magnetic to the weight of her grief.
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