Grief it churns out carbon dioxide
Thoughts lead by military force
Grief it strikes you across your cheek
If you dare ignore the ones hurt by your defeat
Grief it conjures a body to sway against life’s tide
Grief is tics revealed by neurosis
Call it the quacks to lead us to another direct line
You will be just fine
Shift a bit in the corner
Let it leave our hearts
For a retrieval
A chance to shine
Turn to this moment.
March forwards to a beat instilling a sense of playful footwork to the dance of living by being.
*writing poem challenge: describe grief in physical terms