Grief is a landlord
who evicts me
as past trauma
ebbs and flows with the present.
It holds possession
of my body
while I watch displaced
from oblique angles.
Of course you cannot imagine
what it is like
to be separated from that
for which you were born to inhabit.
Maybe vast Grief
gave rise to the notion
of the soul
being separate
from the body
and sins the body suffers
at the hands of others.
Or worse—self.
Grief does not ground me
but flies me like a kite
while it acts as a place holder
inside myself.
The only thing to do
is use the tether
to communicate with my tongue
or my fingers to type
so my Grief enters
the ears of others—
who hearing my story
help me carry this brutal survival.
Now it is possible to evict Grief
from my body
and return the flesh
back to its rightful resident.
copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney
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