Today I had a guest post up at The Story Sessions blog. The Story Sessions is a writing community and there are some amazing voices there. I’ve been so inspired by the work happening there, and the way this community supports one another and cheers each other on. It is such an honor to get to have a piece on the blog.
But…
The piece is a poem. That’s just how it came out. And it is about grief…which is no fun. And it’s dramatic…which is sometimes how I feel about things but don’t always show it.
Here’s a little teaser and then, if you are so inclined, I’ll include a link to click to read the rest. Would it be pathetic to ask you to say hello over there? It wouldn’t feel so scary if you were with me. Also? Yikes.
Plod,
all energy diverted to the chore of
reaction.
Keep the dependents safe,
accounted for.
Remember this is also their loss.
(Here’s that link: http://bit.ly/1pVsABT )
I read the whole piece over at Story Sessions but came back here to comment because this is your home, and I didn’t feel comfortable saying this in public.
Which is: I know this. And I desperately wish I could drip some cold water into your personal hell. And I can’t, not really. Grief is terribly, horribly isolating. Except for One who is always with you and who can handle your rent hair and your angry screams and your gut-wrenching sobs. If you aren’t already, make your home in the Psalms and hear the cries of others who feel forsaken, betrayed, beyond hope.
And do not give up. I promise: the jagged edge will heal if you take care of it. It’s impossible to believe now, but it will. And you will emerge stronger. Steel is forged in the crucible.