Like an Onion

 Español: Cebolla siendo cortada.

They say

grief

is like an onion

You shed

your tender layers

with

copious tears,

one 

by

one

by

one.

The anger comes

as you try

to gain control,

and fight

the urge to run.

A whirlwind

of emotions

spinning

you sick…

Making you feel

at times

like you

just want

to quit.

But you know

it’s a pain

that is

washing 

you clean…

And peeling away

what you

don’t

really need…

Your fears,

doubts,

and endless worry…

Allowing you to see,

that it’s with

His loving Grace,

You can be free…

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