Hidden In the Hold

To bear with aplomb an existential need to grieve unpurposed loss is unkind. Enmesh in secret space and tragic thrall, silver threads of death's hairsbreadth, small in mind... So much improper placement now needed to board up hidden pain's implosive thuds- Footfalls on heart's walls now go unheeded. And a slippery slope's where emotion's mud drowns and buries sorrow's shuddered spats. Feelings embalmed in cold- hearted reasons, Tears' release now has no welcoming mat. "For the best." Covers death in all seasons. And yet grief's instinctive power to heal becomes more powerful with freedom to feel... 20/09/2017