Grief

Moves in and rearranges the furniture 

Takes control of the remote 

holding your hand all the while

Even on the sunniest of days 

Breaking the most gentle of your favorite china 

It holds on to your ability to spread 

Your wings, clinging to your Psyche 

No poem suffices

No/ space in between the cracks

It climbs on your back 

Dragging you/knuckles to ground 

Isn’t it a strange rainbow 

The dark delineated designs in a kaleidoscope/ where the deepest love/

is now

fractured/hollowed out/ & distorted 

I look at the sky in those confines,

Seeing colors and reliving shapes 

grateful 

For the grief I carry 

There was love

To be mourned here 

Joy to be had 

Depression to Overcome

A hero’s tale to be told 

To see that I have sunsets 

With my name engraved in them

I find gratitude 

in the intricacies of this weighted grief

mourning so many 

versions and visions of me

 -Lysz Flo