this week I woke up

feeling rather lost.

I reminded myself that nothing had changed.

That I had no reason to waste another beautiful day.

The sun was still coming and going,

the nights bled slow.

Sleep felt like a refuge,

the shower still smelled like soap.

My dog loved me just as much,

my dad called me about such things.

Money was made and money was spent.

Men bought me dinner and I invited some to bed.

They tell me healing isn’t linear,

that what I’m feeling isn’t strange.

That you can feel on top of the world

and the next,

you’re stuck in a cage.

Grief is a dance,

you must accept whatever flows.

Don’t judge it, nor suppress it.

God only knows-

The hardest lesson in life,

is to

l e t g o.