Where do I go from here?
Loss does not fit some arbitrary framework
Assigned by society at large or social norms
Loss is not only about death, or something gone astray
Whatever form it takes, there is a weight
It sits upon your chest, a drunkard with heft
Refusing to move from a spot he's found comfortable
I just want to be free of it
To reach the weightlessness
That comes from freeing yourself
Letting the loss go and moving on
Yet, as it piles, loss upon loss
Where do I go from here?
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