Grief is true

The smell of a candle just blown out

Signaling a light that used to be

A tear loosened by loss

Is magic

Transforming pain, shock, even hell

To beauty

And there is so much un-grieved

So many souls un-seen

So much light violently extinguished

With no witness

So we must cry

We must wail

We must have courage

To run from the voice

That tells us to seek revenge

Or to medicate our sorrow back down

For this will make our pathologies stronger

And lead to more suffering

Instead

We must open our souls

Begin to bravely weep

For all the light that once was

In me

In You

Dear child, cry!

It’s ok

Let it out

You are held in love

Let go