Grief comes in waves.. and takes everyone in it’s sway
Like tiny gentle waves that wash your feet..sometimes
Like tsunamis that envelop in a wave of memories…sometimes
Today, it was in the shower where flashbacks and tears washed away..
The thing about grief is it is not a constant throb of pain..like one does expect
It is like that sprained muscle that hurts bad in moments you least expect
Grief, they say is love that has no place to go..
I think grief is when love has found it’s final place to go
Within us.. all the love.. that we could not give..
The only way out is to love yourself a tad harder today
Give yourself the love you could not to another give..
Grief makes us softer, more receptive to happiness day by day
As hungry souls, we grab those moments of joy
To climb out of wells of grief, to find ephemeral joy
Till another swing of the pendulum of grief and it’s waves
Yes, grief does come in waves
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