Grief, like a dark and heavy passenger strapped to your heart, carrying a permanent and fully paid ticket.
Like a newly formed jail cell built with indestructible steel around your soul.
Grief, a consequence of love and loss.
A repercussion of having beautiful relationships, ones worthy of missing.
Grief, like a life sentence of pain and longing, one you are served because of honor and influence, not from mistakes or wrongdoing.
Like a terminal illness, undiagnosed and invisible, wrecking internal havoc.
Like an addition to your DNA and entire composition.
You are changed.
You are transformed.
You are sentenced.
You are grieving, forever.
