She Boxed Her Grief

She boxed her grief

in a big box

then in a medium box

then in a small box

then into a tiny box.

 

She walked across

desert plains

walking long difficult terrain

until she reached

a small cave.

 

Inside the cave

a curtain of

water fell

and behind this curtain

stood a shelf

where she put

her box of grief.

 

And the tears she collected

inside a transparent

bottle was filled completely

77 x 7

 

She walked back many

miles home.

Upon returning home

her grief was sat

stubbornly on

her shoulder.

 

Reminding her of

her children

that never drew breath

but taught her so much

about life’s way.

 

Her grief sits on top

of the shelf

as a small candle flickers

and a hope

is seen.

 

 

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