The Grief Relief

In grief,

Every man, woman or child can turn to poetry,

For relief.

The Eulogy.

The pain, written, rhyming.

So the poet must be in eternal grief.

An eternal state of magnetic thought.

The writer must write,

The critics matter not.

The praise either.

The writer must write,

As tomorrow and death must come.

Don’t fear either,

For they both laugh at your yearning for control.

But they respect your respect of them with an honesty,

An honesty inside the certainty that they’ll both come.

Death is as inevitable as living itself.

Embrace it as you do life.

For sometimes, to embrace, is to truly let go.