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Where does grief go

When it finally fades and floats away?

Is it relief,

The lightening of a load;

Is it hope,

Rushing into your soul,

Lifting you up,

Letting you think,

If only for a single moment

And not a breath more.

That happiness might

Sink back into your bones,

Barren for so long,

Cold and weary.

Grief consumes,

Ravenous and slavering,

Until all you feel is exhaustion,

Broken and weak,

Like nothing will ever ease the pain,

The emptiness.

But when it finally splinters,

What is left?

Hope?

Relief?

Anything?

Nothing.

When grief floats away,

Where does it go?

Does it settle somewhere else,

Take root,

Spread pain,

Fear,

Anger,

Despair?

Grief subsumed,

Washing away everything,

Anything,

Nothing,

Something,

All.

What is left in its absence?

Grief consumes,

Digests,

Spits out someone you don’t know

But seems familiar,

Similar;

An echo,

A distorted reflection.

When grief goes,

A new person is left,

Someone with fresh scars,

Divots,

Sore and tender spots.

Hurt heals,

When grief is survived.

Grief goes.

Where?

Away.

You breathe.

Cry.

Smile.

Live.

Grief fades and floats away.

You remain.