Grief
is like
a feather
light
brief
floating
like a leaf
in a gentle breeze
waiting to be struck
let loose
to drift
without destiny
to uncertainty
like a thought
fleeting
forgotten detail
but essence remembered.
*
Grief
is like
a moment
a breath
a wish
too delicate to articulate
and yet impenetrable force
that interferes
from time to time
but mostly just hangs
in the background
unspeaking
yet loud.
*
Grief
is like
loneliness
it sits
and waits
for attention
that may never come
but when it does
it floods and moans
and quakes
at the presence of
notice.
*
Grief
is quiet
still
and strong
relentlessly
loyal
unquenchably
patient
and faithful.
*
Grief
is like the tide
ebbing
flowing
never-ending
waves of power
spraying
mist of memory
mixed with
hope
of something different
outcome fixed
but still
incredible
defeated
yet hopeful
grief is consoled
forgiven
forgotten
replaced with
love, tranquility
and grace.
*
Grief
is not loss
but memory
of what was lost
becoming warm
and perfect
and mystical
contentment
rises
grief subsides
and life continues
somewhat changed
but fervent
hopeful
unashamed.
