The feeling takes hold in my chest, a vast expanse of grief layered with dulled joy.

A pivot. A fresh start. A new beginning.

Our humanity loves to throttle past the pain in a rush to the positive.

But what if we sat here, still.

What if we stayed in the grief for just a moment. Let the expanse be what it is.

Wholly consuming. Holding sensations hostage.

A heaviness who’s weight consumes.

Maybe i...

My anger, that nestled itself deep into my marrow before I even knew her name

My anger, humming righteously beneath my skin’s surface

An exit seeker, finding only my mouth and never my fist.

Maybe anger is a virtue too....