Grief – a hollow dry pain down my throat
An emptiness birthing anxiety
For the ones I love
I pray to be the first to go
Unable to bear losing them
I walk caught in my own web
That I am the center of it all
My worries, my loves, my fears
But when I become one with the dust
Did any of it hold?
Someone laughs in the next room
A decision gets made without me
The sun does not wait
No one pressed pause
Life simply moved on
And when I sit with that –
What begins as a flutter
Quietly opens
Into something I have always known
A stillness
So new and yet the oldest thing
Like coming home
To what was always there
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