Waves By Christopher Ross Livingstone

Waves By Christopher Ross Livingstone 

 

Grieving in a realm 

A voyage without measure 

Upon the greatest loss

Bonds of mother and son

Torn apart when you slipped from this life

Cast adrift at sea

Alone in vastness of the great sea herself

What waters lay before me?

Feeling the unknown

Raw heart 

Pounding chest

Tears later could fill the vast sea herself

And yet I couldn't chart this course 

 

There are some days

Stirring up in this realm

Grieving like a storms

Whips up emotional waters

In comes the waves

Grief charges the water

Intense in all it’s edges

Pierced upon a cliff

Heart hangs as wreckage

I’ve learned to sit with it

Taking Mum’s spirit

As I chart myself through these waves

 

Days be like rugged edges and swelling shorelines 

Waves battered upon my swelling soul

Mother nature has her way

Intune my nature connects

In her wake she passes through me

Waves that felt the depth

Holding back the tears like a dam

Until I let go to ease my heart

Over time nature and gave her gift to heal

Not so long-ago waves washed through,

Gracing my heart with courage to carry on

 

Sitting on the shoreline

After the storms

One year on

Sun shines on high

Waters reflecting at me

Only to feel Mum

In spirit

Her soul is with me

What a voyage home?

 

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

Grief is a strange and barren landscape. A foreign land or unknown planet or even an uncharted ocean. I've spent much time there, myself, and came back home again. Deepest sympathies for your loss!