Grief

1 November 2015

I floated away on a cloud of grief
Unable to steer back to ordinary life
Tears would not dissolve the cloud
Nor prayers
One day the cloud became a wreath, and I slipped through it back to the world
And I put the wreath around my neck
But under my coat
And people would say to me, you seem to be doing better.

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