Grief burst into my life like dry tinder exploding into flames.
It had taken residence in my being at some unknown date, implanting a sense of discontent that couldn't quite be named.
Not until it combusted, and the ashes of loss flowed through my veins.
I awoke when the blood reached my heart. Then, and only then, did sobs of sorrow escape their containment.
Grief, my companion, my guru. You tenderly and fervently teach me to feel fully, to love wildly, to breathe, to love, and to live.
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