7

the divine verdict seems to be that all the rest of my days on earth I shall have to live with this grief locked in my chest or find a way to contain it in my lungs, either way I shall have to bear its mark in my body.

I do not want to wander around restless

May I have this choice?

how can I get rid of everything that uses my chest as a scale

of all the things that try to weigh me down and succeed

like lavender oil what does any of my complaints mean to the poor

if all my lost loved ones want to be remembered

they should never have died

memory is for the living

if this universe is full of new things

why then should I hold on to old forms

let me go (grief)

my life is not meant for you (grieving)

let me go (aggrieved)