big black lines
around my loneliness
heightens all my fears
Grief lays stark every vulnerability
and dusts away the cobwebs
of memories both lost and hidden.
It comes again and again and again
an unwanted monsoon storm,
a necessary cruelty
and I keep hoping that it is just a season
that the sun will shine on me and warm me again
but the days get colder, gloomier,
and winter must first be braved.