Grief sneaks up on me,
cunningly disguising itself
so I can't see it coming.
Or maybe I see through its costumes
and just don't want to accept
that it's still here,
dragging at the corners of my spirit,
masking the colors around me,
dimming my hope, my joy.
I don't want to be sad
when the world is so shiny with tinsel
and the music calls for holiday cheer.
And then, finally,
I turn toward grief
and open my heart.
Grief and I embrace,
weeping,
into the night.
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