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Like a message in a bottle bobbing in the water

Sun bleached and salty skinned I washed upon the shore

I am made from stronger stuff than it appeared

being born an old soul, competent and sure

I wished for middle ground, something I could manage

But grief always takes sides in things that really matter

The literal peeling of my skin and raw down to the marrow

I wanted to die and be done with the making of this sorrow

Then a warm hand put a cup of water to my mouth

I lapped it up as if water wasn’t all around me

A voice said, ” I am grief and I am not here to take you under

But you must take a side in things that really matter.”