It may make more sense showing you where I came FROM..
Grief
Come on out into the open
let me get a good look at you
Demon hiding in the shadows
or friend and faithful companion?
I sometimes forget you are there
And, just when I get comfortable,
out you jump
just to remind me who is boss
You've a hold on me just as surely as if your fingers were locked 'round my ankle
Why so vigilant?
I am not going anywhere
I've gotten used to you
And, I expect you will be around for all of my days
You are newly born..
Are you a child?
Are you as frightened of me as I am at times of you?
So come on out...
don't be bashful...
pull up a chair...
take a seat...
I don't bite
I know you do...
Come on...
let's be friends
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And the inspiration for that was a great poet...
"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o'er-wrought heart and bids it break."-- w shakesphere
