Lifeless Wine of Grief

Discovery.

Genuine suffering may lead to rejoicing,

Just as lifeless wine exuding the smell of rancidity

Will arrest one’s olfactory sense to where the accompanying astringent taste

Merges with the raspy finish,

Convincing one that happiness in life

Is often difficult,

But a primary purpose of consciousness.

Malignant sorrow often engulfs those of inauthentic being,

Those unwilling to recognize the paradox,

The mutual connection

Between suffering a painful veracity

Is often necessary to find that moment

Of one’s inner truth rising,

Ready to emerge

As a celebratory moment,

When the deepest part of the hurt

Accepts the pain,

Knowing to suffer

Is to afford the mind and heart

To reflect on the fetal position warmth

That allows empathy

To be a healing power for that

Which caused one’s torturous experience.

How jubilant the epiphany,

Remembering the bouquet

Of a wine full of life,

A restorative blood of sorts,

Reserved for the kindness

That forgiving engenders.