Be my guest
August 26, 2024 I can never just greet my grief tell her to stay as long as she needs give her a shoulder to cry on instead I drag her into a dark room and try to dress her up make her into a pretty presentable thing worthy of mine and other people's time and attention I wipe her tears before they can fall and tell her to put on a brave face that tears are unproductive turn it to poetry or testimony and move on don't know how to make space for her feel like if I let her tears flow freely it'll flood the house threaten if she doesn't shut up I'm gonna lock her up hoping she'll go away until the cycle starts over and I start to hear her bangs because sadness unseen turns into rage what was once my inner child needing space is now a monster that needs to be tamed