Thursday, March 15, 2018


Grief is an odd thing
like a slap in the face
it's surprises and stings
and leaves a mark

It can come in waves
crashing over us
pulling us under
suffocating under the weight

Other times it's a numbness
as if nothing has changed
but the colors are muted
The day a bit less bright

For a moment it isnt so bad
And then grief sneaks up on us
because it lives with us always
the visits just get less frequent

We go on in this incomplete world
A world that keeps moving
A new day that keeps dawning
We live with what it is.