
I Grieve in Silence
Tears fall as if needing to wash my shirt, as if there is the slightest possibility that these tears might indeed cleanse my shirt barely thick enough to hide my bleeding heart. Tears fall. My tears fall as if they could wash the soil of pain and somehow cause flowers to bloom. Tears fall.
This is how many grieve.
I grieve in silence.
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Silence is a welcomed friend who I find great comfort when I am in the company of Grief. In their presence, Silence and Grief, there is no need to speak. Their presence alone, together, provides solace. I feel that the weight of the death of someone is honoured in such silence. Perhaps because the one I cared for, who has died, is also silent.
I have never quite figured why I find such comfort in silence.
Today, however, I do not sit in silence. I find my ears and eyes wide open, watching those who also experiencing loss struggle, most for the first time. And, I struggle too. Peace and good energy in all of our direction.
- Andreé-Ashley Tarvin-Pyles
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