Find A Vine

Everything in nature grieves
but if you sink, if you give
up to grief all at once,
there’s no air
to breathe your grief.
Find a vine,
swing out of the swamp!

Maybe your grief is secret,
concealed in a maze,
Maybe you are lost, exhausted.
Call upon the Wind
to whistle up your grief.
until it brushes soft as tears
against your cheeks.

Is it yours? No?
Thank it for showing you
someone else’s pain,
then spit it out!
Is it yours? Yes?
Then bit by bit,
work it, work it.

Follow the thread,
feel your way
back to the source of sadness.
Taste it,
bitter bit by bit.
Let it break your heart
open, open, open.

Walk your grief step by step
all the way outside of you.
Then find a friend
to honor the path you’ve walked
Soon or late you will
wake to the next
evolution of your being.

©Susa Silvermarie 2020