I’ve learned
That grief is all about love
The longing the losing or the lack of it
I’ve learned
That the depth of my grief
Shows the extent of my longing
As well as being a measure of the value
Or hurt, pain and emptiness
Others brought to my life
I’ve learned
That the depth and breadth and expanse of my grief
Measures the empty space remaining
When those I loved died or left me all alone
I’ve learned
There was grief my body knew
That my mind was unaware of
In response to losses
Occurring long before I had a conscious memory
Or ego to know of them
I’ve learned
That when others speak of the connections they enjoyed
With loved ones
I ache for the wound of its absence
In my own life
I’ve learned that there really isn’t a lot
That is wrong with me
Only a lot that happened to me
And that for most of my life
I was left to fall through space
So many times with no safety net
And so I used my addictions as a way to cope
A way to be held
In the absence of holding and presence
I’ve learned
That people who deny me my grief
Are not that wise or safe or sane for me to be around
But I’ve also learned to accept
That as much as it hurts
They could never fully understand
Unless they had suffered in similar ways
And not closed their hearts to their own suffering
I’ve learned
That I can hold my own hand
When there is grief
But a deeper part of me still longs
For the presence of another
And such absence or denial
Is a double grief and abandonment
That leaves a wound
That can be overwhelming
And oh so challenging to deal with
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