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.