i want to write a poem about the feeling of trying to pull yourself together after grief. if you’ve experienced grief, you know the moment: when a spark lights a candle to brighten the darkness surrounding your heart— only for grief to blow it out before you can fully see again, reminding you it doesn’t work on your schedule. grief has a habit of asking the same questions over and over and rarely providing the answers:  why does healing feel like one step forward, ten steps b