Author: Michelle DaPonte Saslow

I am counting time.

I wake each day covered in grief and walk through my day.

Tick, tick the hands on the clock move.

But the grief is still here, weighing me down. Exhausting me.

Tick, tick, tick I walk in step. Doing what I should. Forcing myself to take each step.

I look ahead to ending this day’s robotic movements.

Sleep comes with the help of Melatonin.

Only to wake and feel the weight of grief again.

Tick, tick, tick…..