Good Grief

A mind—by default—

is a door closed to pain and ache,

some of the given living in this world.

A loss—be death or defeat—

does not exempt any eyes

from secretion.

A struggle—be disease or hardship—

batters hope

and body to exhaustion.

An emptiness—be absence or loneliness—

carves a hollow deep within;

even drowns the soul.

Don’t hold ‘em. Let ‘em fall.

Tears are clear and pure, don’t say no.

There’s grace from good grief—grow.

Take a step or a leap.

Go for a talk or a walk.

Keep moving with the clock. . .

Time is a great company.

It has M.D.

Got it thee?