Meet Me In Grief

Death.

Even the word makes a room go quiet.

Falls on fearful ears and awkward hearts

They extend their arms in sympathy.

In the abstract they want to be there but in reality they run.

Who wrote the rules for grief anyway

Why are we so uncomfortable in its presence?

Instead, meet me boldly where I am and take a leap into understanding

Placing yourself on the same playing ground as I

Do not flinch and reach for a solution

Bare yourselves naked to it’s power

Grief is gripping

We must not run

We must not hide.

Embrace it as part of you

Just as much as it is part of me.