Crisp like Fall: Grief Transitions
self portrait, august 2020
grief never leaves
it just grows on us
clothes us with some kind of comfort more days than it brings pain
shifts our visions from black and white
to many shades of grey.
grief one day somehow flows from that which suffocates us to that which keeps us warm.
it’s hard to articulate how the things that bring you numbing pain can simultaneously transform into beautiful pieces of your existence. that somehow keep you moving forward, believing in the possibilities to shape shifting beyond everything you’ve ever know.
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early fall always changes my heaviness like the season. as i shift through my trauma anniversary that’s connected to my birth, my grief of the relationship with my mother, and closure to another chapter of life, my emotions become crisper and lighter like the autumn air.
