Grief #6

unedited poetry i been meaning to share

Grief. #6

I have been asking myself, why grief lives so close to my chest

Why my bones seem to sit in this puddle, this water wading through the thicket of grief

Water is all I can think of when I think of how many spirits have transformed in this Scorpio month,

The stinging salt of Scorpios water burns my eyes

My eyes swollen and asking for a pause

My heart asking for a moment to catch up to itself

I have been wading here

Wading trough the water of Scorpios return and the salt from this ocean are burning my eyes,

I ask myself to make a alter of my grief, an ofrenda of tender souls gone too soon,

All of their passings was sudden, all of them too young, I wonder if they know I pray to them, I present each new ancestor and collect their obituaries for the sacred wall

I do not want any more ghost made of my friends

I do not want to make more room on the wall

It hurts too much to know, they should still be here

But I try to lean not unto my own understanding

But into the sacred knowing that there is life beyond this realm

Their spirits tell me so

They are with me now and its feel fresh and raw and sacred

I wade through the waters of grief and ask the waves to hold me

Buoy me on-top of the currents

A sacred baptism where my tears join with

Earth and we become each other

Let grief float along side me and when the tides come, may they carry you back to the depts or on the shore if that is where you must lay