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TWW: The Bitch of It

I breathe grief.
It reaches my soul
lays tender my heart
drives me to
weeping tantrum through
frustration from profound
irreplaceable loss.
No way can I ever
change where I am.
Finality of death
is
the ultimate
bitch of a situation.

© 2016 by Shari Lynne Smothers

3WW poem for Week 477. Yes, I’m still here. Another on grief around the prompted words. I guess I can make grief bards out of anything. Still, I will try to stop now. If another one comes up, I’ll try to balance it with a happy one, too.

Tantrum in the traditional vernacular, connotes acting out violently. I don’t break things. Thankfully, I am relegated only to outbursts of uninvited, unrelenting crying. And, thankfully, the spells don’t last long.