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Grief

Grief at its core is simply

a question.

“How could you be gone?”

And

“What will I do now?”

Questioning is basically not trusting,

As trusting is essentially not asking Why,

but rather

releasing.

A friend’s brother died

And he said

The main problem is

There are answers

we can never know.

Grief is the weeping man

Who will never himself

Give birth.

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