But for now, let me grieve

My heart is heavy with grief, like a weight pressing on against my chest. 

Exhale, exhale, exhale.

I’m trying to inhale, but the weight only gets heavier the more I try to breathe. Like my heart is trying to beat against a prison cell that is getting smaller and smaller until there’s no space left to move.

Exhale, exhale, exhale.

Tight. Tighter.

Is there a way I could peel away the flesh off my chest?

Why is it getting hard to breathe?

Grief is suffocating. It eats away the joy. 

I’m trying to hold onto the good memories. 

But for now, let me grieve.