GRIEF Poem: The gift of grief, by Kelley Crowley

The angels envy us. The broken,
the weak and greedy because
we are free to be so.

Weep for their loss.

They covet us because
angels are able only to watch
from the edges and yearn with
empty white eyes.

Weep for their ennui.

Become more than an angel.
Breach the limits of your heartbreak.
Rap on the glass
with fierce, bleeding knuckles.

Weep from the pleasure of it.

Experience what is broken, weak,
and greedy; the sorrows of the world,
then weep in wonderment of it all.