Grief with sadness
Leaks out in small flows
as it needs to

There is no great dam to burst
and let it all gush out

Rather
it is so completely infused into me
that only small traces
can seep out at a time
transude through the rest of me
slowly
So as not to rip out
the very fibre
of who I am

So comfort me
and accompany me
but never push or force