When it Comes to Sorrow
CTD Robinson
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​There are no silver linings.
If someone tries to tell you of one,
tell them to take a hike--
to somewhere as far from you
as they can find. It’s not your
job to make
them comfortable.
Tragedy strikes, grief follows, bells toll.
Nothing about life is easy to swallow.
Just take the simple words, the ones
that matter. Go ahead and get sweaty,
climb your mountain, or two. Stay busy.
Sit in the depth of your valley--
in stillness—until you are ready--
to move the few yards to the next one,
then sit there awhile—in that valley.
Hold onto your sorrow--
as long as it suits you.
It honors the one you loved.
Let it hold you, let it fill you,
let the silver lining slip as far from you
as that friend on a hike, on their mountain,
on some other planet, in some other world.
Sip on the stillness of your valleys--
surrendered and limitless, boundless as
the love you lost