the thing with grief

it hangs in the air,
invisible, but present...
and the pain and loss and deep empty ache
will hit at any trigger.
a picture.
a word.
a seemingly small event.
and when it hits...
it can just gently bump into sadness...
or send everything in the universe
spiraling,
down into tight silence and muted hearts
with no place to escape, to breathe, but
just sit
in despair, paralysis, and unbelievable nothingness and everythingness that overwhelms.
sigh.

you just have to hold on
and pray that it passes.
sooner, rather than later.

amen.