Grief

Grief

It is an ocean because it looks endless.
It is not an ocean because its waves are not regular. There is no pattern to them. No tide.

It is a friend because it invites me to get better.
It is not a friend because it holds me underwater for merciless spans of time.

It is darkness because I cannot make out its edges.
It is not darkness because there is no rest in it.

It is a mountain because it makes me feel small, my legs weak. It compels them nonetheless.
It is not a mountain because as I ascend, there are no answers.

It is stillness because movement is impossible.
It is not stillness because peace is impossible.

It is living.
It is not living.

Short shorts, flash non-fiction, and bite-sized stories that make you hungry for more.
Life in 10 is home to writers of stories that are brave and true.
Take your story deeper with a
L10 class.

Death, ReflectionBird CoxComment