Grief is Good

by Kavita

It’s a funny thing.

Holds you tight,
Makes you feel loose;
Gifts you with knowledge,
Only to steal it away.

That there is happiness
That there is peace
That there is joy
But not in your heart.
Oh! The games of grief.

Makes you hang on
only to cut the strings
That were turning into wings;
In that moment of grief
feel like chains.

Chains so tight
drop tears in red.

Tears that will wash away
What made you cry.
The grief that cut you open
Is just wanting to leave.

Leave you in peace.