I'm holding a vessel of grief. The weight of it is unspeakable, undefined.
A deep chill emanates through me, rippling with each disturbance.
I see it, I know it, I name it. And yet, and yet.
I don't understand the nature of these things. Can I tip it over and spill my grief onto the ground?
Is the ground parched, and will welcome something such as this,
Or would this simply sit there, surfaced, rejected or unnecessary?
Is my grief so deep it cannot be emptied? Will I carry this forever? Can I wall myself away and stay safe?