Grief

Just when you think that you've seen it all and hardened

Grief strolls in with a wolf in her wake

She punches you below the belt

Makes you double over

And in pain she teaches you that you are still a child

Still a flower with much to unfold

Still a beating, bleeding heart filled with the knowing that

true strength

true meaning

true courage

is not in the great heights and hardened hearts

but in the softest warmest glow that emanates when tears of grief fall down

to cleanse

to purge

and turn you back into the wild child who knows that 

to love is to dance with death

to love is to risk it all

and yet risks it all

because love is worth it all.

Miss you Rudra Akka

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