to process

to process the grief
sometimes i need to let my fingers
my eyes
do the talking, instead of my mouth
which fumbles for vocabulary and spills
out something i’m still not sure about

i need to water myself like a jade plant
and perk up, greener than before

i need to hold myself tightly
and never let go, trusting
that i will always be here

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2 thoughts on “to process

  1. I LOVE the first verse. Interestingly, you have used the phrase ” i need” 3 times, twice to lead off other verses. Maybe that is the real title of this poem? It is beautiful. Thank you.

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