The Essence Of Who I Am

I laugh at the thought that one day my grief might just wither away

It’s kind of hard to imagine when my tears are the ones that water it every single day

It’s been almost a year and the closer it gets it feels like the closer i am to reliving that Saturday

I guess I’ve excepted its permanent stay

Gave it a guest room and painted the walls a pale grey

It’s hard when your trauma was handed to you in a hospital blanket

To just give it away

M.A.P

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