maybe it’s true
things we experience shape us to be the person we are today
make us who we are
a bit tougher,and more used to all feelings life inevitably forces us to thoroughly experience
but how has grief shaped me?
has it made me more familiar with the idea of losing?
what has it taught me?
what could it possibly do to a bewildered ten-year-old who barely knows a thing about death?
paved my way to acceptance and the idea of moving on?
i refuse to believe that there’s such thing like moving on
not when the person you continually yearn for is somewhere where they can’t be reached
can’t be heard
can’t be touched
not million years of grief and sorrow
or endless faces offering you their condolence
will ever end your grief
for grief deprives of every humanly feeling
every possible feeling
for a split second,you feel dreamily empty
like it has taken every human thing out of you
and then it fills you with all the tolerance and energy you’ll need to grief,again