To Grieve What I Still Have

To grieve what I still have

but need yet to let go of,

is one of the most torturous endeavors

I have ever created for myself.

I can feel my heart beat

in my chest.

As though

despite the blood flow,

my mind detects

unrest.

We’re always moving

spinning on an axis

time fading into tiny facets

it all passes too quickly

to fathom.

I can’t keep up.

“I restore myself when I’m alone.”

— Marilyn Monroe

A young teens questions and a young adults revisions

You’d think after fearing the inevitable all your life it would hurt less when the inevitable finally happens.

But it doesn’t, it hurts just as much; if not more.

Maybe because it’s the one thing you hoped more than anything would never come true.

Just because I take what comes doesn’t mean I do not wonder what drives us forward.