And then it hits me.
The wind is knocked out of me;
I feel as if I can't breathe.

I thought I had finished grieving.
Obviously I haven't.
It found me and is trying to hurt me.

"Please just let me be!" I plead.
It doesn't say anything back.
Slowly, it grabs ahold of me and pushes my head under water.

As I inhale water and start to flail,
My body goes numb.
I relax and let go.


I have succumbed to the grief.
It will be the death of me.