Too many races to run

the grief processes

begin to pile up

and it is like a race

that I’m running

to get to the​​ 

finish line

but before

I get there I

must start​​ 

another one

and so I​​ 

run back

to second

place and have a

go at it

but then

I run back

​​ to the

third place

and get off

the starting​​ 

block

but then I

must catch up

with the first

so that all​​ 

the thoughts

and prayers

are said

and all the​​ 

words of​​ 

sorrow are spoken

and thus

I am so​​ 

busy​​ 

grieving

that I ​​ have no time

to stop the race

and no chance

of ever

finishing it.