Map of Grief

I go into and out of grief
Sometimes with no one watching
Sometimes where tears are forbidden

Sometimes the ground is frozen
In patterns and through my tears
I gift myself and look at crystals of sidewalk shadows

And for a moment detach as 
Marie Antoinette played the shepherdess
And let them eat cake
In The mysterious place of her ignorance

Or there is a woman whose skin is like silk
She is beautiful We meet between worlds
I give her my shoes
Knowing she will never wear them

The cold talks and winter
With no one watching I sometimes
Cry in short bursts
Baroque white surrounds me
I have no reason for misery that I know

In curious guilt 
On newsreels I have seen the women wailing with
Dead children in their arms

Who
Have a more tangent loss
I want to know the map, 
the path that passes through grief to understanding
And how they move on knowing

How do you get past, death or fear 
Is the answer falling in some fools blind ear

What way is there to walk the territory of grief ?
Where is the  faith that keeps you walking
Where is the relief

That keeps you human