Grief poem

The world feels lonely without him. 

I come out and he’s not there.

 I go inside and he’s not there.

I’m in shock that’s such a small body. Such a small soul in my life can disrupt it in every moment. 

The loss.

I told myself I’m going to feel it

 and I don’t want to feel it for everyone, 

but at the same time it’s hard not to share my grief 

and my guilt 

and my anger

Of not being in control

 To allow

 to be

 to enjoy my family without him.

I think that’s the hardest thing is to learn to enjoy life without him.

That part sucks

Because I wish I could’ve given him better life

People said I did 

and of course I don’t see that

 it’s hard to see that

And then I see his friends

 and they’re still around

the cat

 the rabbit

 and the squirrels

They’re still around

 the birds are still around

The sunsets one more time without him

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Griff is so hard. I lost my dog three weeks ago to a very violent encounter.

As a human is hard for me to process, but as a practitioner, it gives me an opportunity to practice.

To practice being present

To practice sharing and being vulnerable about some thing that I know is a universal sentiment. We all loose very important people and animals in our lives.