And yet…
And yet…
Grief weighs on my chest like an elephant,
yet it expands my capacity to love.
It blurs at the corners of my eyelids,
Yet it gives me clarity in every emotion.
Grief grumbles in my belly tightening my rib cage,
Yet it taught me to be in tune with my gut.
It exhausts me taking my breath,
Yet I breathe deeper since it arrived.
Grief is rigid in my body
Yet I feel most alive because of it.
Grief
Poem by Aly Harte