The Other Side Of The Sun Poem by Jean Renwick

I burn.
Loss like acid devours my soul.
I seize my body in tight
desperately clinging to myself for comfort,
from the pain give some respite;
or limbs spread, retching as if to spew
forth the bitterness as one would
pass some vile illness through.

The elusive blue flame at the source,
grief plays shadow to my days
and infiltrates my dreams.
Should one keep denying it, pushing it away
or let it out to breathe?
Cohabitant in this flesh –
Is grief shape or form to bear
or a hungry nothingness?