Grief is Heavy

Like a weighted blanket
Grief sits heavy on my body.
Weighing me down.

The grief of the ages, 
The inherited unspent grief of my ancestors,
The grief of the earth,
My own, unexpressed grief.

For the early losses experienced
With no ability to process the feelings.
My grandparents, my parents, my aunts, uncles, cousins.
My beloved pets.
My loss of health and vitality, my youth.

The grief sits heavy on my body,
Wanting to be released, to be felt, to be known.
It beckons me to touch it.
It promises me it will overwhelm me, or at least only temporarily.
It also promises that unless I invite it in, 
It will sit heavy on me, like concrete, bags of rocks, untold tons of dirt.
Weighing me down, until I am flattened.

Welcome grief in to sit side by side, 
Embracing you with the felt sense of loss.