Honestly, I thought that I would
Excel as always,
Not burden anyone
With
My Grief.
Get over it,
Be done.
I was wrong.
Sneakily
It creeps
Behind me
Surprised,
I look over my right shoulder,
I begin to run,
Hiding behind
My smile,
My laughter
And books,
Piled high,
Peering out tentatively,
I retrace my path.
Expecting to be alone
Yet grief follows,
Always there.
Grief.
A shadow marking my
Path.
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