Jerome by Anastasia Forfotă - HTML preview

Whirlwind

Grief is much like fear,

I heard.

Yeh, I heard it empties your soul,

and then you're frantic,

blindly searching for a core.

I heard you need to spin,

and twirl fast, so fast, and faster,

so there's motion in the world, and then you're still.

You feel naught besides the movement,

and it moves you brisk

and then-

...

... you breathe...

...

I heard grief is much like fear,

but if it's grief or fear I feel,

it doesn't matter.

I know I need to twirl,

not unlike the blind eye of the storm,

so that I no longer am

at all.