Grief is

Heavy unbearably heavy

Weighing down your limbs

Pressing down your lids

Laying across your chest

When you know you must to get up and do all the things that need to be done

Light incredibly light

Light as a sun faded photograph

Light enough to slip into a pocket and be carried everywhere

Light as the paper band the hospital taped around your wrist on the last day you see your dad

Light enough to still be felt after it is cut away.