Ode to Grief

You grew a forest around me,

watered it when I cried and

nurtured it while I slept,

until I woke up one day tangled

in your variety of vines.

You feel like a hug,

like the embrace I’ll never feel again

from the person I’ll never see again,

so I sleep away under the shield

of your lush forgiving leaves.

You comfort and cradle, grow

moss around my waist, 

a blanket for under your canopy

where you’re quick to drown out the sun

with evergreen trees.

Why would I leave this jungle?

It’s your finest work of art.

Cicadas lull me to sleep and when

I wake, I’m covered in fallen leaves and

a veil of flowers born from lonely tears.

You say the sun will blind me

but Grief, we both know,

your darkness leads me astray.

It you that comforts as you take

because the darkness can blind me too.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Grief the tree that wraps its branches around me like arms holding one who is shaking from life and needs comfort.
Wonderful personification here, Addict.
j.

[Addict With a Pen]

Thank you J, grief becomes a jungle, one that some people stay hidden in longer than others. This ode is a dedication to that place grief takes us to - and also a warning about the dangers of letting yourself become buried too deep into it.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you for sharing this poem. I was moved by its truth. Grief can indeed be like a suffocating forest or vast endless desert. Leading us astray from purpose by dulling and numbing our senses in sorrow. Great job on this piece.

[Addict With a Pen]

Thank you, for reading and reviewing :)