What Does Grief Look Like?
It is the pink mountain of cheeks
And blue rivers of tears
It is the white and pale yellow of candles
Flickering flame reflected on the stairs
It is strangers linking arms to sing a prayer
It is shots fired
One injured
One dead
It is gathering to mourn
The tragedy of someone so young
It is a final breath at 6:35 AM
Not even knowing she wasn't alive
It is wanting to move
But stand still at the same time
The edges are blurred
But sharp at the same time
It is trying to live up to the legacy
The tragedy of someone so old
Someone so stubborn
Someone so humble and bold
It is the image of her smile
Hitting you on a rainy day
Realizing it looks just like yours
So you smile back
It is looking at the ugly things in life
And making them beautiful again
It is relishing in pain for a second
But standing tall in the end