
Maybe grief will always live inside of me
Like a fluttering butterfly that sometimes
Has broken free of its long dark sojourn
Within its cocoon
Maybe grief will always rise
Each time I feel forsaken by my trust in you
That always seems to drop my soul
Onto the stony ground
And leave my heart
Torn in two
What can I do to break free of this?
There must be something
Do I always want to be grieving
For every time I let the abandonment replay?
It that not what they say is
Repetition compulsion?
Sometimes joy surprises me
When I open to the truth of how I feel
And stop looking to you
I may have a lot more work to do
To become independent of these chains that bind
Me
To the same old same old
Pain
But surely it is possible
Some way
Surely there is a way for that butterfly to fly
Freely
And taste the sweet relief
Of joy
And release from bondage
“Sometimes joy surprises me” the line carries so much depth. The whole imagery of grief rising is so beautifully described. Fantastic !
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Thanks so much Tanya that is so lovely to read.. Hugs and love
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My pleasure dear, profound piece !
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Grief… my friend and foe! Beautifully written Debra xx
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Thank you, MIchelle ❤
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Loved reading it ❤️
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