Tessa Renken
I am tired of needing to allow myself time to mourn.
I do not wish to mourn.
I want to scream
yell
tear
cut
split
spit
crumple.
Be done.
At a certain point
mourning becomes nothing.
I have mourned too much.
There is no sense of
clarity
acceptance
passage.
Only
crying
draining
disappointment
numbing
bottling
forcing
expecting
nothing.
One cannot move past what they know will happen again.