GRIEF IS MY MOTHER

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Grief is holding me tightly

By it’s teeth

My feet never touch the floor

I tried for so long to find comfort in myself

But instead, I woke up suffocating

My mother is above me

A pillow over my nose

She has a different face

She will never let me go

Grief has become my coddling Mother

Or maybe she has been there all along

M.A.P

The Essence Of Who I Am