sometimes
i hide from my grief

like i can feel it coming towards me

i’m looking over my shoulder
trying to outpace its steps
ducking into door frames in alleyways
hoping it’ll just walk past me
and keep on going
and i can be
free

but my grief is a part of me
it is inside me
it is made up of me

i can’t escape myself
[no matter how hard i try]

so why
can’t i let grief
just
ride?