Grief Steals Every Emotion

with a giggle, and a poem

GRIEF STEALS EVERY EMOTION

Grief is a robber, running off with all feelings, with a giggle.

Grief is a painter, with some sort of painting machine. It covers every emotion with a thick layer of impenetrable oil. Goopy; slick and glossy. Dripping; viscous.

You are attracted to this topical goo; wanting to see your handprint in it, play around with the color or lack thereof. Bend peaks out of the excess.

For example when you feel happy, that happiness is dripping with grief. Imagine a smile dripping. Go on, imagine it. Why smile?

When you are sad, the sadness is covered with grief, like a weighted blanket. Grief loves to snuggle with sadness, immediately merging. Dissolving into one.

If you dare to be excited, the peaks of the excitement are immediately snuffed out by grief, producing a muted ”yay”. Grief can’t believe the work you made it do to snuff out those peaks. It had to jump-up and everything. It looks at you with scorn.

If you risk being hopeful, the hopefulness is dragged back by grief, pulling with all its might, exacerbated that you would even try to be hopeful “at a time like this!?”.