A life of comparable suffering is one I do not want, yet my entitled grief reigns from its throne.

A grief I chose not one died unto me.  And yet the waters of grief swallow me up just like any undaughtered.

I chose this.  You gave me life and chose to abort the pain inflicted by your righteous beliefs.

I chose this life and must put to death our relationship so that I may not have to birth my pain anew each day.

Mine is a privileged pain.  I swim in the grief waters by choice but nonetheless, I choose to swim. 
 

Was it an accident that my first attempt of posting was deleted or is the villainous force of self -doubt going to battle me today? 

When the grief of life excavations stills, the quiet demands  my courage.  Courage to live loudly  despite the unknown  audience, the  fear of further harm and the anxiety of existing . 

My superpower, curiosity wins .  And so my blog begins in the quiet.