Grief is a blanket
I have learned to love
Though I must admit,
it used to be so rough
I could hardly bear touching it.
Grief is a blanket
I have learned to love,
Though I must admit
that the mere thought of it
caused my tears to fall.
And I gave it all
just to get rid of it,
’cause it would rub against my skin,
and I’d lay down
with wounds all over me.
But grief is a blanket
I have learned to love…
It protected me when I felt cold,
and O, how I felt so cold!
I’d rather be scratched by its edges,
I’d rather bear its heavy burden,
than to lay down empty and heartless,
unable to feel the tears
flowing from my eyes.
Grief is rough
and grief is heavy,
but it’s something I’d carry
to cover me with warmth.
Jocelyn Soriano wrote the books In Your Hour of Grief and Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief.
