When you don’t know which way to turn
Your grief isn’t shared, isn’t separate, isn’t one,
Isn’t the other
Which one….am I hurting for?
And what’s this..the energy
Of (trust) – the most dead,
Yet, most alive
I’ve ever felt.
The bottom drops
Like the dash on my headboard
Of time…
Synchronicity reminds me…
It ain’t nothing, but the life
I chose….
Jen Juice 