The Cozy, Introverted Therapist

I have tried to close the door that grief unlocked

Over and over again

But it seeps beneath the cracks

Finding its way into the crevices of my heart

Infiltrating every soft, imperceptible sigh

Hanging onto shoulders already stooping

From the weight of loss and loneliness.

I am resilient but not enough to accept uncertainty

To make sense of words never spoken.

I am seeking clarity from an elusive jar of memories

In hopes that it will justify the reasons

For a heart still relentlessly weeping.

I am the only one who will understand why

This grief stole the light from me.