Grief is the winds that are so cold
It goes right through me.
I can lie and keep pretending I don't feel the cold
But I feel it everyday.
It feels purposeless but it's there
To take me into flight as a bird so exhausted
From flapping so hard in a world I don't deserve.
I feel the cold in my bones in this apartment,
I pray one day it will get better
But nothing is linear.
There's always a struggle as I stare at poetry
Like it will soothe the sadness in my soul.
It's four walls I wake up to each day,
And continue to without anyone to help
My broken pieces to mend.
I keep burying myself to these blankets on my bed,
Like sadness is a home that I run out of
When I start drowning.
But why not?
Why not have these motivations to get better
Not just at 2AM but to grow everyday.
It's hard to swim out of this home I've made in bed,
But I shouldn't have avoided grief.
I will let it soar like the birds I dream of,
Let it grow as I feel through these dark roses I grew
The destination is unknown in this blank map
but there is a reason grief exists.
So here my wings will continue to flap
Harder and faster for the life I want.