The Gospel: According to Grief

The woman came here, clear message in hand.

With eyes screaming loudly,

she told me, "Lock your doors and throw away the key!"

She warned thee, "Life is better alone, with no one to worry about getting you home."

She spoke of how, "It is easier because when you're low no one will leave you- 'cause that's how it always goes!"

She protests, "You will let a person in just long enough to breathe and if there is ever a time when you fall

and need help to be lifted higher? That's when they'll flee."

She promised, "They will wait for you to need them, then beg desperately for their need to be free.

You will give and they will always take. Nothing is yours dear, all you can do is breathe."

Drained, we hang our heads and whisper,

"The gospel, according to grief."

n.f.