GRIEF Poem: The Alchemist, by Cait Miller

This heartbreak could teach me how to live
If I let it
I feel the pull to make something new of my life
The quick draw of every direction
All screaming TRIUMPH! DIFFERENTIATION!

I sit and watch
The wind comb through the branches of the trees
My storytellers stop to listen
No one is watching me
There is nothing to do, no more to be

Doing nothing doesn’t mean
That nothing is happening

What now should I give my deepest attention to?

My breath rises in my body
I am returned to me, and there’s nothing to escape
This was always the point:
To stay
To polish the pain
Until I can see my own reflection

(the alchemist)
CNM
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