On Grief
Grief has left me torn between who I want to be, who I was, and who I am now. The simple answer is I just don't know. There are so many shattered shards of myself that I have slowly been collecting and piecing back together over the past year. Much like and old, fragile, china teacup that was accidently broken; I have been painstakingly glued back together again and I somewhat resemble the old tea cup I always was but if you look closely you can see tiny bits of me are still missing and will be forever. The minute pieces of myself that like delicate china turned to powder and were just swept away when I shattered. I have many, fine cracks that will never be filled again. Though I am still a tea cup It is careless and dangerous for me to hold liquid any longer. Am I destined to live out the rest of my days in a dusty china cabinet decommissioned and useless? My paint is worn and chipped and here I sit looking normal and put together as long as you keep your distance. I'm forev...