Grief comes in waves…

Grief is a strange thing
It comes to you in waves
And every time you feel that you’ll drown
You’ll surface again!

Grief is a strange thing
It leaves behind a tingling feeling
Your emotions might run dry
But never that weird sensation

Grief is a strange thing
You feel that you’re done and over it
Yet, when you think you’ve shut the door
And are ready to leave, it beckons again

Grief is a strange thing
It can pull you to its core
But when you want to wallow in it
It thrusts you out of the door

You cannot simply shoo it away
It’ll come unexpectedly to embrace you
So let it run its course like a river
Let it feel daunting, let it bicker
It might never leave but it will quieten down
Not another whimper, not another sound
The closure will free you and you’ll move on
While it’s hushed footsteps, walk beside you,
From dusk to dawn!

Poem by Harshi

Featured pic by Paolo Nicolello (Unsplash) 

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