Grief is not a sign of weakness, but a byproduct of love.
And it will not keep the colors and flavors of sounds of life from finding me.
When grief is near it seems the colors fade.
And even though it feels like that with that hollow pain deep in mysoul- with each breath, I die a little.
I breathe. And sometimes grief is distant.
But with every shock of pain and every dull ache
I am reminded.
I am grieving.
I am not weak.
I am not dead.
I only hurt because I love.
Only the living feel pain