GRIEF Poem: The Game of Grief, by Amy Yuan

Grief cuts deep.
It hides in your bones,
plays peek-a-boo.

You dig
until your insides
spill, splattered wide.

Tag, you’re out.

Only to realize
there are more
Monsters than one.

A layered web
threaded through
past lives, too.

You swim to surface,
gasp for air,
choked
by silent screams.

You reach out
looking for God,
but He’s not here.

Matter to dust.

They say He’s
with you.

Yes, They are.
And they’re here to
play again.

By: Amy Yuan