Men and Grief (2)
That tear in your eye
surely won't be the last.
There's an ocean inside you,
and next to it stands a man
waiting for the tide to return
bringing with it his grief.
Only be alone when you must.
And don't allow your soul
to wither and gather dust.
Go forth and become snarled
in the weeds of this world.
There you'll find a community
which can hold your grief.
“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”
This poem was originally shared as part of Brian’s Daily Poems on August 10, 2020.
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