What’s Good – Fenne Lily
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzCRcpOKUXs
When pain crushed me to the rock bottom, and everything became evidently dark.
Sophisticated platitudes:
“Everything happens for a reason.”
“Take responsibility for your situation.”
“Be Strong.“
came to my rescue, but, sadly of no use.
Weightless. Meaningless those fixes.
Morose. Useless noose — they neither understood my pain nor my despair.
I reckon, nobody ever said, “I am here for you!” Were they afraid? Did they hesitate in the likes of stepping over my shit, with me?
I reckon, nobody ever acknowledged my plight or even cared to share my thick sack. People, only their mere presence, their uncomfortable silence … would have been a heaven but how would they know.
Those phony passersby, what would they know what loss does to people.
Shitty faces, shitty pieces of advice. Fake bodies cloaked with rich words, rampant. Incensed.
Just disgusting.
But Grief!
Not really the biggest fan of her but she was true as moon I know.
Sincere. Honest.
Grief, she came to save me.
Despite being welcomed sorely, slowly; she was absorbed well, comprehended fully.
She held my broken heart with all her heart.
She returned back my silver soul, however, this time not without a beautiful scar.
In the words of Megan Devine, “Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.”
Tough times.
I grieved.
Tears speak. Tears are beautiful.
Grieve.