April 9th
my constant grief

it is, I have decided, just luck
it was not destiny, a gift
nor divine intervention
i was just lucky
some are
some aren't
and like most things in life
it just is what it is
and for some
grief comes much too early
they are much to young
and not prepared
for me
it came later in life
but still, i was not prepared
and it was, what it was
i could not change it
death crept in
cloaked in hushed voices
lowlights & soft touches
then suddenly
eyes open wide
a last breath is inhaled
and her silence releases me
into an endless sea of grief
orphaned, with no lifeboat,
no anchor or mainstay
and no chart
to see me safely through
'hold tight', i whispered
as grief's savage waves & fury
tossed me about
alone, lost in a sea of grief
suspended
on the edge of time
was it for a second, a minute,
an eternity, i do not know
but now, a familiar state of emptiness
my grief - has become my familiar
and even as the harsh waves abate
and my ocean of grief
calms & settles
it is still near
it will be forever
my constant companion
.....