Monday, August 13, 2012


I am wrapped in a blanket of grief.
It is suffocating me,
And dragging me down-
With its intensity.

This is what I was afraid of.
And, my instincts were right-
I had a reason to be terrified,
Being swaddled in this grief is horrible.

My soul feels haunted,
To cry out in anguish is just not good enough-
To chase this beast away.

I run from my invisible demons,
But, eventually they catch me-
And sweep my feet out from under me,
Causing me to crash to the ground-
While they pour salt in my wounds. 

Little by little I am sure I am-
Unraveling pieces of this blanket of grief.
But, it will never be soon enough-
I want this blanket to be threadbare.
And, even then, it will not be enough to satisfy me.

1 comment:

  1. Sarah, from the short amount of time we spent together on the plane, I'm convinced that you are strong enough to not only pull that blanket off of you, but to shred that thing. So that, just like you told cancer, it hasn't won. You won't be held down by these. You'll rise above them. Because you are strong, confident and have surrounded yourself with lots of wonderful friends and family. Keep your chin up.