Grief

 

Sometimes against all the odds,

I wonder

I wonder, if it’s the grief that consumes me

or I willingly let it

well there’s a sense of “home”

while the entire world debates

whether I’m worthy or not

grief,

It smiles softly at me,

calls me over its arms

wraps me with all the warmth

As if I belong here

As if its happy to see me coming

As if it was longing for me

As if nobody gets it as I do

As if we belong with each other

“Match made in heaven”.

                                                 -crystal