Waves rolled in Bringing flotsam and grief Heavy clouds Held their water But mine spilled Down my cheeks My shoulders shook Out of rhythm With the waves That lap the shore I hope one day My grief will recede With the tide But for now the Waves keep crashing Further and further inland Pressing me tight Against the rocky shore Until there is no where safe Left to retreat
Grief is a strange beast. I see it as a huge messy scrawl of pencil loops within a circle. Over time the huge scawl becomes smaller as our lives around it grow. We learn to grow around the grief. It will always be present and will never dissappear. That's okay though. I still grieve for my Dad who died almost 9 years ago.
There is so much about waves...so many metaphors for life. You have found one that is particularly profound. If this is describing a lived experience or a current feeling, I send love and hope the tides have receded a bit. ❤️