“Wear not your mantle of grief.
Shrug off the hollow, devouring creature cloaking you; tugging at your innards with cold, gnarled, spindly digits.
You are not permitted to wear the signs of grief and loss – throw on instead your coloured shawl of bright pinks and yellows and green. A brave and and trouble free facade must shine.
Expect no allegiance in grief.”
The black arm bands are hidden, a vibrant mask in place, the tears mostly dried but your memories are still fresh and your presence ever near. The rawness of your passing is fading and the hollowness in my heart is slowly diminishing but you will never be forgotten ; you are precious to me still.