Blessings

The grief that sets like an overcast
the gray stale fog that lingers coating my lungs in the humid morbid dew
like death
except death is easier than this
death is out of the hands of my control
but this was my doing.
Euthanization of situations, people and things
because I can’t allow myself to suffer anymore
this is a good thing though
For what’s a beginning with no end
Rebirth starts with decay and could cycle back to you
If I choose

But to ask for growth and remain stagnant
Would be a prayer unheard
And to the one who grants miracles
I want to prove what I have learned
So set your tests and trials
Let me show you that blessings are meant to be held
To be nurtured by the care one should give themselves