IN HOUSE


It takes strength to grieve
Just like Mother did during her sister's funeral
she tossed around on the floor with no one holding her
as if death is contagious

And yet,
we are taught,
that weakness, the opposite of strength
shows in time of mourning'

How many of us have seen our loved ones weep
the kind of weeping,
that has your clavicle shut down to your wrist,
turning you to an ocean of pain
arms drawing legs for help

The kind you negotiate with to
give you second chance.

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