The unique loneliness of our grief
It’s the one thing that both binds us
and sets us apart
It’s also the one thing we can never escape
There can be no I’ll show you mine if you
show me yours
Yet, those who know, will always acknowledge
it with a silent nod
Tap into your grief and own it, like
everything else that makes up your being
Then use the tools you have to ride the waves
Even if there's no one clapping or egging you on
You’ll still have the wind in your hair and
the taste of the sea seeping into your pores
We all expect grief to drown us in it’s
overwhelming capacity
When perhaps it’s the one thing still keeping
us alive
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