No Return Policy: a poem about grief

Grief is a roller coaster

Trapped on a ride you didn’t choose

Raising existential questions on a mundane Tuesday afternoon

Grief is a marathon

Tears unbidden as you unload the dishwasher and fold laundry 

Unfinished business rising without hope of a pretty bow

Grief is a runaway train

Relentlessly rolling over anything in its path

Freighting each decision you make 

Grief is a gift

One you didn’t register for

Dispensation that comes from love and loss

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