Happy Birthday
There’s a moment in time when the exhaustion of grief can easily become insurmountable anger. Anger that eats your soul, hardens your heart, dries your tears. Anger that comes as a relief from the constant pain of loss. Anger that can loudly advise the world of one’s scars. Anger which substitutes grief, in such a comforting way. Grief can be so internal. Anger, so external, like the necessary release of a pressure valve.
