Grief destroys as swift as disease
A grand self-indulgence anyway??
Yet even, even, for all of that
It won’t help you through the day.

For what is grief, but how you feel
And the way it adheres to you
As you wrap yourself in pain-filled hurt
When from your eyes all happiness flew.

Where nevermore a lightness moves
And heavy hearts prepare
Though yet in hope of miracles
One is ready for despair.

Never once before in your long, long life
Did you pray as you do now
And the fact that you’ve had little faith
No longer matters somehow.

©Joe Wilson – Grief or grand self-indulgence…2016