I didn’t come to grief in a single step. Catapulted in, head first, flailing for anchor
Full on, blown out eviscerating grief
No dress rehearsal no do-over
I didn’t come to grief in a single step. I did not come at all. It strangled me, absconded with my love, discharged me off path.
I did not come to grief in a single step, it hobbled me.
Walk when amputated in half? Sweet girls to shoulder on weakened limbs? Heart only strong enough for my existence. Their life is his life and his life is my life
Fusilladed life to be reconstructed, one hole to plug at a time.
I did not come to grief in a single step, it shrouds me, shadowing my days, needling in, rumbling away. High dark rainclouds, unwelcome yet omnipresent, voracity unknown.