Grief

I have learned a thing or two about grief

The quiet fire in your chest that burns through your throat

Smoke in your lungs that make it hard to breathe

Wearing liquid sadness on your skin like a coat

Your bones will break

Your heart will find a home in sounds

You will eat a lot of cake

You will learn that grief scars in rounds

The things you love will leave you 

Waiting forever in the rain

You hope that miracles could be true

You’re like a child now learning to walk again