PAD Challenge Day 11: House of Grief

PAD Challenge Day 11: Write a home poem.

House of Grief 

Lately, Grief has been a frequent guest in my family room of my traditional home of comfort where it tries to rent to own empty spaces, when I'm the only resident, paying in full for memories and pain, after gratefully entering and exiting a foyer of prayers daily.

My living room is painted neutral and cozy with pretty memories of when I thought I had enough length of time by the width of life with my Father, grandmother, favorite elementary teacher, sister-friend and mentor that can no longer have a seat at the table of life with me.

Instead, Grief has taken several seats quietly. It knows how to sip and be merry, break bread lovingly with me like we are loyal comrades, when it is really a recurring enemy that has tried to cook and poison me in my own kitchen. 

I thought about emptying a few bottles from the wine cellar to drown the pain, but I can't find the strength to because they can't carry messages in a bottle to my love ones anyway. So, I made a promise to myself to not let Grief bite off more than it can chew or swallow me whole.

I even tried to sweat Grief out in the gym, but it contains no fats. It only contains facts. According to my in-home library, studies say Grief is sneaky, weird and will never be linear. It is just evidence-based proof that love existed. 

Let the mud room tell it, all of my cries have been too ugly for mirrors. In this cycle of laundry of death, Grief has done me extremely dirty,  but I always come out clean after my bed of tears dry or I shower them away secretly. Since I don't have a bonus room or company, I turned all of my walk-in closests into prayer closets of hope and faith, just to get by as I walk by. I let my sunroom remain a room full of sun, just to keep me not too far from the warmth of the Son.

And though, I try to hide in the basement of this aggravating pain, God's light always seek to alleviate, shine through, pull me from the ground level back to my top view of joy and overlooking my very own sweet garden of life.

 💜D'ElegantOne