The Urgency of Grief.

Take me there … 
I Burn!

Belief is omnipresent … 
and I yearn!

See my heart –
grown trans­par­ent as glass!

I can recall den­si­ty, 
  but I can­not see it!

Do you think that’s why 
I was always afraid of the dark?

I can see sad­ness.
Embrace it, even!

And I have dis­cov­ered, to my cred­it,
that there is some com­fort
in the urgency of grief!