Today was a really difficult day for my family. Our dog died today. There’s more to the story, but I don’t really feel up to recounting it. I’m just in a lot of pain right now. And all I know how to do is write about it because that’s what I do.
I’m experiencing so much grief right now, I don’t know how to keep myself from being consumed with it.
Grief is exploding from me
like molten lava. Translucent like
tears, burning a fiery trail
along my face. I hate
what I see, facing death
while watching you flee. How
can you stay if you already know
you don’t truly love me? Isn’t
it better to let me face death
alone? Isn’t it better to show me
that I’ll always face death alone?
I buried death in my own back yard
and already it’s starting to smell.
Loving you and needing you,
my own personal hell. Life and death
are in the choices we make. And
apparently I’ve chosen death.
That’s why I had to bury it. Alone.
Peace & Love,