The Thing About Grief
Grief is weird.
Because even
Two,
Three,
Years down the line
The pain still hits
Like the day of.
You'll be fine,
For a time,
But one small trigger,
A reminder of what you've lost
Can send you spiraling.
A resemblance
A reminder
A photo
A sound
A smell
A taste
A moment
A feeling
Alone.
You feel alone.
Like nobody can feel
The pain you have within.
How could they?
What you lost was your soul.
The other part
That made everything okay
That made the bad go away
And encouraged the good to stay.
The thing about Grief,
Sorrowful reader,
Is it never truly goes away.
Healing isn't getting rid of Grief.
Healing is accepting that sometimes you'll feel Greif
Lurking at your doorstep
Grasping at your throat
And your eyes
And your nose
And your hair
And your clothes
And hoping one day it'll let go.
And hoping it'll never let go.
And hoping you'll be ok.
And hoping you never forget.
Because now its been two years
And you can remember her voice
Or his bark
Or what they looked like
Or what color feathers they had.
But you remember them.
And you remember how they made you feel.
But there's nothing you can do
To keep Greif away
Or to call it over
Or to beat it
Or to accept it
Its about living with it
At your side
Knowing one day
You'll see them again
