Some people find it so hard
To cry
To surrender to that flood
To let themselves be carried
And yes, to even
Drown for a while in their sadness
They hold their bodies tight
And their lips tighter
Reining in feelings
As if they were wild horses
That best be restrained
Lest they run amok
Crushing all the china ware
Tearing down barricades
Leaving a wrekage that cuts their soul to ribbons
On broken shards
But some of us
We have learned
Through harsh experience
How important it is
To do our grieving well
Knowing it is the price of love
And the act of coming undone
Leads not to death
But to renewal over time
We may have feared before
That if we truly opened our hearts
The explosion would decimate everytbing
Rather than just set free
That crowd of wild horses
That just longs to stampede
Needs to break the china
And tear down
All of these
Barricades
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Deb,
How right you are. We do indeed need to do our grieving well, and even break some china in the doing. Compressed emotions . . no bueno.
Well said and eloquently written, as per usual.
Marco
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Gorgeous, Marco Thanks a mill 🙂
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Peace
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Beautiful expression of grief, and I love the photo. Grief like a stampede. Indeed.
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Thank you so much, E. ❤
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
An older poem on the need to let go in grief.
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