Grief

One day, i will tell you about grief.

How i keep the doors locked.
And yet leave the window open
so that she has a way
when she wants to creep in.

she and i go a long way,
this grief

she comes in sometimes
with a warning, when
i am ready to meet her
with a bottle of strength
those times, i fight her
but she still has her way

and some times,
she crawls in,
unannounced
she is brutal then
tells me stories i have forgotten
or, want to forget

the dams get broken
and overflow
rippling and spasming

she sits by me
within me
as i get through
the storm
and i let her

then she leaves quietly
in silence mostly

i know she will knock again
like a best friend