Grief is a wild creatureIt sneaks into your life unexpectedlyUnder cover of darknessIt tries to overpower the memoriesThe loveThe joy. Grief is a wild creatureIt can’t be tamedOnly observedProtect your heartBut understand that it’s okayTo fear the creatureIt doesn’t want to hurt youOnly show you where you hurt. Grief is a wild creatureIt feeds on lossBut given timeIt ceases growlingAnd finds a warm spotWhere it can work its magicAnd let you begin to heal.
When I was a child in the 1970’s, I distinctly remember the ads in the back of magazines and comic books advertising “Sea Monkeys”. The top headline touted, “Own a BOWLFUL of HAPPINESS – Instant PETS!”, and featured an (unrealistic, shockingly) image of a vaguely human-like family with a mother, father, and two children. Now, I never asked my parents for Sea Monkeys, but I’m sure enough kids did to keep the ruse going for some time. In the end,…
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