Grief is a funny thing.
Or I guess, based on its definition - it’s the exact opposite of funny.
I’ve never been able to figure it out if it’s the excess of emotion, or lack thereof.
Am I emotionally handicapped if I can’t express it?
I used to be able to.
Bawl myself to sleep.
Heaving. Crying.
Sniffling.
Redden.
Grieve.
Verb.
And now?
Did I lose my ability to grieve?
Not one tear.
How do I know if I’m upset?
I eat without flavor. Robotically.
My appetite, appeal – missing.
Between thought and a void.
A chore. Check...
Detatch
But grief can be confused with shock.
Numbness.
I.
Carry on.
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