Dormant

Grief is like springtime in Nebraska:

You wake up to enjoy a sunny day at the lake.

The water, sky, and crisp air

Blow kisses

Inviting you

To breathe again.

The stark gray winter has passed.

 

The next moment, you’re seeking shelter in a bathtub

While tornado sirens wail.

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