Secret grief

What does one do with grief that can't go public?

I’m fascinated by the different kinds of grief we each hold. Some of it is front of mind. Some of it is hidden five layers deep and we don’t yet notice its’ presence.

Here’s a new poem I’m playing with around secret grief. Private grief. Confidential grief.

Friends — if you’re grieving something that you’re unable or not ready to name aloud, know you’re not alone. We’re with you.