Where in the hell are you???
(I’m truly sorry to be so curt. I know you are here. In my mind, I know you are. I keep telling myself this over and over.)
But I must ask: is it grief that has taken a seat between us? Had grief become a wall, a partition that divides me from seeing you?
Then why are you not removing this barrier?
Again I say it: I know you are here. I know you are blanketing me with peace and filling my soul with strength. But from my throne of melancholy, my view is limited.
Shove me off of this throne of despair and may I find a new seat that will reflect your presence. Open my soul as a third eye- one that will see you surrounding me when the wilderness of grief becomes to arid or the swamps of mourning drown my sorrow-filled soul.