when the only gift is grief
don’t cast it aside,
it may immerse you and
hold you under,
but only for a short while
till realization comes about,
then you can take it
out of the box and
plain wrapper,
lift and look at it from all
angles,
it can be an energy
not a substitute
to ordinary life,
look at it this way
and the pain will nourish
not malinger
Love the perspective of the poem.
Ah ~ what a thought ~ that paid can nourish rather than malinger ~ I like it
Thank you Polly the way a mind writes at 4am