A Grief Observed

C.S. Lewis

In grief

nothing ‘stays put.’

One

keeps

emerging

from a phase,

but

it always

recurs.

Round and round.

Everything repeats.

Am I

going in circles,

dare

I hope

I am

on a

spiral?

But

if a spiral,

am I

going

down it?

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