I had a gift to sent. But I had no address. I had the perfect card but that too stayed in the drawer. I prepared a few sentences, but a short message is all I had courage for. Maybe that was the only opening allowed. The only existence…
I choked up. My breath got caught between my heart and throat. I know I’m still grieving. Randomly. Some days it’s sadness. Some days it’s acceptance. Some days it’s denial. Some days it’s all the stages at the same time. A soft wave…
I’m not grieving a loss. Not even the change. I’m grieving Me. The innocence. The heaviness too… As the hot energetic connectors twist and turn inside. They push out. Out of my body. They’re not comfortable. They don’t belong. And I know that, I too, do not belong.
Yours Truly,
-A Moment of my Life