Grief never needs a logical reason to visit
It comes, sometimes,
suddenly
nonsensically
inexplicably
Quietly
spilling unbidden from your eyes
slipping silently down your face
stealing your breath
clenching your teeth
running from your nose
constricting your throat
tightening your chest
aching your heart
sickening your stomach
crumbling you to the floor
fogging your mind, consuming your thoughts
Laying bare your love for that something, someone
Stripping away carefully constructed protective layers
Crashing against your immortality
Exposing your vulnerability, fragility, humanity
I hope, though
whenever it comes
for whatever reason
however it finds you
you aren’t afraid to invite it in
sit with it for a while
unhurriedly
honestly
for as long as you need to
embrace it for a while
accepting no shame
making no excuses or qualifications
as much as you need to
deliberately
quietly
gently
It is evidence that your soul has been
touched, moved, marked
unknowingly, maybe
significantly, definitely
beautifully eternally
sacredly
By Cat Stoothoff
