Grief
wearies the body
It
troubles the soul
It
can be about life or death
Or
about dreams untold.
It
may speak of unspoken hopes
It
can be about ideas or places
When
it has us against the ropes
It
keeps us longing for those other spaces.
It
takes hold, sneaks up from behind.
Its
clutches are strong and forceful,
It
has many things to remind
And
no one is respected, no one.
It
comes from wherever it comes,
And
it goes wherever it goes.
Grief
strangles with its hands,
Squeezes
the neck of joy.
Wherever
it may land
While
it removes the colors from the rainbow.
It
makes the tastiest of
Morsels
taste bland.
Grief
asks a lot of questions
It
gives but few answers.
It
tells us not where we are destined
It
forces us into chasms of hang on and let go.
Its
forces are vast
And
uncontrollable.
It
thrives on the past
Its
thirst is like the desert or a rainstorm that appears from nowhere.
Its
hunger is like an
Animal
that is
Lurking
about looking for prey.
Grief
is like the grave with
No
body found down deep inside it.
Grief
dulls the senses, robs one of
Words,
and
Makes
itself the focus as people stare.
Grief
keeps us up all night
Filling
us with fright.
Grief
keeps us occupied all day
Creating
things to hold at bay.
Grief
reminds us of things we wished
Telling
us that all is still amiss.
Grief
beats us at every turn
Reminding
us that we’ll never learn.
Grief
tells us of those who are gone
Reminding
us that we’re not really strong.
Grief
may let us know who is here
Whispering
to our souls not to hold too near.
Grief
is a circle goes round and round
Driving
us all right into the ground.
Grief
has no beginning or end
When
it will leave can only depend.
So,
I’ll continue to give voice
To
the grief in my soul.
Until
that day I’ll rejoice
With
all its stories finally told.
Grief.
A strange thing.
Grief.
A very strange thing.
Grief. It gives us hope.
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