running grief

Visible, Invisible

It was as if life continued around me, around us, but we were stuck in this no-children land, as if we had slipped into another world, fading. Daily, it felt like a fight to be, it became automatic just to function. I dragged myself out running, for peace, for anger, for something to do, to get away from the false hope, only to return and hang myself back on it.

running grief