Ocean

The grief tsunami

hides in its own shadow, growing, lurking

ready to pounce-

It’s unaffected by light

It just moves to the the left or right.

It fills up my system

flushing out any notion

that there isn’t

this grief ocean on a mission.

I’m grateful for it-

the expelling of disbelief

to help construct my new reality 

where eventually there’s relief.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Grief does soften in time . It’s a journey and it has to run its course. You express grief as a tsunami. Yes, that is exactly what it can be. Overwhelming and frightening in its all consuming power. You convey your subject matter well here
Kristina.

Chris

[emmajoygreen]

Your poem touches so deeply on the day my/our sister died near thirty years ago. What you've expressed so finelyt yet sensitively are among the most deeply felt words ever put tp paper or screen . Grief is for those mourning, yet the relief of the one passed pain and more. Mourning might not be reserved for a time of day or year but for that moment when darkness hits, lurks and lasts til something takes over.. until the next time. This is such a fine and gentle mind.

[John the Baptist]

Grief cannot be repressed. It must be allowed to run its course before any "new reality" can make its appearance