Read Poem: LAWSUIT, by M. Nicole

I wish there was
a law against
Grief.
If there were,
I’d take Grief to court,
accuse him of awful crimes
(including THEFT)
and seek a life sentence
(like he’s given me)

I’d gladly testify
on how Grief
always stays past his season;
arrogantly accompanying me
wherever I go.

I’d like to highlight
to the jury how
Grief
harasses Happiness,
and prove to the court
how Grief
bullies broken hearts.

When speaking to the judge,
(the Great Your Honor)
I would seek a sentence
of solitary confinement,
giving prison guards
permission to
seize his power.

Lastly, I would propose
Grief has no use,
Grief should cease to exist,
and
Grief serves no purpose;

except. . . maybe,
to challenge me
to see what
I don’t want to be. . .
and that is,
Grateful.

Grief challenges me
to still be grateful.

I wish there was a law against Grief.