Invisible Grief


I know it’s coming
What’s coming? Can you tell me?
Life. All its terrors.

I’ve not lost a child
but through fear I have lost them
again and again

Feel the ache for naught
Feel the future pain, you must
Embrace tomorrow

Lay down my head, soul
Who will be there in the day?
Heartbeat race to sleep

Race you to the worst
Outcome for this life’s trials
No gold medals here

Creator, like snow
Falling, hand reaches, tea in
Cup my face in light

Sarah Joy Green-Hart


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