Grief Is Weighty

Grief is weighty.
Even the word pandemic has
A heaviness contained within;
All those fat and rounded letters
Holding it down.


It is a collective grief,
Magnified world-wide, of
A million wailing voices straining
To push through the shattered shards
Of lives and dreams.


I turn away from news,
From podcasts and posts,
For who can bear this kind of weight?
One who, with tears tracing paths down his face,
opened his arms to bear it all.


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Art credit: Grief by Bertram Mackennal

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