By Sherrie Cassel

Normalizing Grief
By Sherrie Cassel
I do well to manage through the day,
each
and every day.
Eight years have
passed and though my mood be light,
my heart is constantly weighed down
with grief.
I miss you.
Smiling is something I learned as a child,
smiling through the drama, smiling
through the trauma. I can smile even though
my heart is shattered and my
soul,
the purest part of myself
is now marred,
I must push on!
I do not take lightly the effort it requires
to remain functional though my heart
is
breaking with every beat.
I miss you.
Healing is bittersweet. I want to ache
in proportion to my ability to remain
sane
with a heart, and a mind forever changed by
grief. Today, tomorrow, and forever,
as I work to reel it in, I will become its tamer.
In my hands, grief is calmed
to a manageable level.
But
I
Still
Miss
You. (Rondo)
This is quite a departure, and a gutsy one at that.
I’m especially drawn to the irony of needing to be healing, but never wanting to move away from the enormity of your loss.
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