THE OFFICIAL WEBPAGE OF TANYA M. BLACKWELL
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Eclipsed

Grief changes you because love does. 
Nobody can tell you how to grieve. 
It's okay to not be okay. 
Grief is hard...
To experience and to witness. 
Grief is the ultimate shapeshifter
Taking on so many forms
At times, it can be unrecognizable.
It's been said that grief is love with nowhere to go. 
I disagree. 
Grief is love going everywhere
Spilling
Through tears and wails and quiet prayers
Through angry words and bad decisions
Through holded hands and pounded fists
Grief is energy
Neither created nor destroyed 
Transferred and transformative
Never again shall you be the same.
Grief changes you in ways you can't predict 
And you have to grieve the version of yourself that grief took from you.
For grief is an insidious thief
Taking both what you took for granted and cherished
Through the front door in broad daylight
Grief has no fear yet stirs up all of yours
Grief spares neither the youth nor the elderly
Neither the rich nor the poor
Nor the faithful nor the unfaithful
Grief does not discriminate
Though you wish it would
Skip you when it's your turn
But it doesn't and it won't
And inevitably,  it will change you.  
Because love does. 
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