Grief is my dark company. A screaming, silent companion. Most times my stealthy companion walks with me unnoticed. Then at certain moments I am forcibly seized and mangled in wrenching aches.
My heart and mind struggle to realize the morbidity of my reality. So many loved souls have passed beyond the veil, and left me standing in tears. Father, Brother, Mother, Step-Father, Best Friend... all gone as I desperately grasp the air behind them.
My world is yet filled with still more loved souls, and I must be brave. My grief is an unknown facet of me. I walk with my screaming, silent companion, and find dark company therein.