This grief, there's so much of it.
On a daily basis, it's not overwhelming. I can carry it in pieces. I can tackle the day's weight.
But there's so much of it. It's a deep dark well. I drink some every day, but there's so much. And I have a terrible feeling that I don't even know how deep the well is, how very much there is.
Some days, it helps to drink, like a bitter tasting medicine. I know that I need to get through it. I can't continue to avoid it.
But there's so much. I can't ever finish. Surely there is enough grief there that it will still be there, in that deep dark well, until the day I die.