The Creature With No Name

By: Ella Grimes (TikTok: @not_egrimey13, Instagram: @ella_grimes11)

Grief, as a living creature, would not be as ugly as many would paint it. 

Sure, it would be rough around the edges, 

And the ink might be smudged, 

But it is still a creature.

It has a heart, 

And it beats. 

Its heart aches from how ugly people make it out to be. 

Because people struggling only see the hard edges, 

And smudged ink, 

But people who survived, 

They see the bright pink headband the creature wears, 

And its excitement when it sees trees dancing in the wind.

They smell the colorful sunflower that it picks every day, 

And the deep cedar surrounding it. 

They hear the chirp of a red robin, 

And squirrels playing tag through the ever-growing bushes. 

The healed see the happiness grief brings to the world,

And how grief heals. 

They feel the warm rays of the sun shine on them,

And they realize how wonderful grief is.