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Grief is a Scab

Poem #9 from 31 poems about grief.

Maybe grief is just a scab
covering the wound
where you and your beloved
once entwined.

It itches
while you heal,
too slowly.
You want to tear it off,
make it go away.

Maybe you try to hide
that big, swollen gash across your face
that you think shouldn't belong to you,
but it does.

Grief may fall away someday
and be replaced by a smaller scab
until there are none.
By then it's stopped itching.
By then you stopped worrying about it.

Grief leaves a scar,
as a gift,
so you can trace your healing,
remembering the love
that wrote itself into you.

If you live long enough
you will have many scars
and you will cherish each one.

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