The Day I Broke up with Grief
I opened my laptop to write one of those difficult emails to myself. And poured a glass of wine.Dear Grief,Please don’t sit with me anymore. You’ve pushed and shoved me until I feel only rage. You’ve crept into every cell and made them weep and quiver with pain, yet no tears will flow from my eyes.You’ve made me forgetful and frustrated. I can barely think clearly enough to drive. Who is this person I have become with you stalking me? Stop tormenting me! Stop trying to make me cry. Crying is n
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May 17th 2022