Grief Relief

In the event of loss, death, & despair there are many way to grieve.

Yesterday, I wrote a poem πŸ’š
You can find it belowπŸ’š
Thank you for listening πŸ™

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I had the most vivid dream

After a fitful nights sleep

All night the wind was blowing

The door kept knocking

Clack smack whack

Nag nag nag

Knocking howling

All. night. long.

Silence in the morning

Lulled me into dreams

Pulled the sheets over my head

And did not leave the bed

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In my dream

She was real

I saw her

She existed and she was herself

Full of love empathy and smiles

Soaking up the sun

Although, a little fearful of its brightness

Did not forget her sunscreen.

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Upon waking and realizing

It was all a dream

She is not here

She is gone from this earth

Oh the grief and the hurt

I feel upon this realization

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So I cry, take a shower and call my mom

She also knows deeply of this sadness

And the experience of the realness of dreams –

The felt presence of a soul

Come and gone

Like a gust of wind

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She would love that I sat

And wrote all of this down

This was how her mind worked

In prose, poetry, meter, and rhyme

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She loves that I sat down

To take time to feel, process

Sleep eat get high sleep repeat

To rest and feel the heaviness

To question my reality –

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The dream felt so real

And in an instant disappeared

Yet I still feel its effects

The lingering liminal space

It drains, exhausts, and plants me down

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So I walk outside, make a healthy meal

Rest my head, cleanse my field

Remembering to remember

To Let go and Let be

To feel grateful for my experience

And that it's okay to take long naps in the middle of the day.

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So I take one more walk around the block

Season my food with a little extra love

Wishing all souls this type of peace

And grief relief

*this poem is dedicated to Callen Phillips

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