08 April 2016

my constant grief

                                       
    
April 8th
my day of constant grief
it is just luck
it is not destiny, it's not a gift
or divine intervention
i was just lucky

some are
some aren't
and like most things in life
it just is what it is

for some
grief comes much too early
and stains their life 
forever a dingy white

for me
it came later in life
but still,  i was not prepared
and it was, what it was

death came 
cloaked in hushed voices
 lowlights & soft touches
a last breath
exhaled over a sea of grief

 there was no lifeboat,
no anchor or mainstay
and no chart 
to get me safely through it

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

for a second, a minute - an eternity
now a familiar state of emptiness
grief has become my familiar
and even as harsh waves abate 
and even as my grief finally settles
it is still near
It is 
my constant companion
.....

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