GRIEF

It’s a cobra that rises and with its poison stings; a python that winds its way around your heart, and sits there, quietly for minutes, even days, then without warning it squeezes and coldly watches the suffocating pain it causes.  Grief is a massive monster that growls when it isn’t staring at you with inhuman eyes.  Enduring the loss of parents and pets and grandparents and friends is a tolerable sorrow; grieving the loss of a child is indescribable, killing you in despairing moments.  It is the most unnatural suffering.  It should never be.