People expect grief and mourning
To be loud
To be sobbing and screaming and breaking glass
And for some people
It is
But for me
Grief is silent
Grief is hearing a phrase
That they always said
And freezing where you stand
Willing yourself not to cry
Grief is seeing something
That reminds you of them
And forcing yourself to smile
Through the pain that threatens
To tear through your heart
Grief is looking sad
Only when you think people can't see you
Grief is collapsing three feet from your bed because you don't have the strength to take another step
Grief is love in its most selfish form
But in its essence
Grief is love
YOU ARE READING
What if?
PoetryPoetry built from my broken pieces . They're safer here than anywhere else
