The Medicine I Carry
Grief is medicine.It is not static. Its sadness is a rainbow.Grief is myriadand filled withmystery,expectation,wonder. Grief is the ashesand the rising from them. This medicine is the unknownand the fear of it.So, I feel itand embrace this unknownness. Grief is medicine.It is not static. My grief is rage.At first, it wasan impotent frustration.But now, I […]









