By this time I thought g it was all over
My head above watr
Emotions that crush the soul.
I carry on forward with new gusto
and hope... Suddenly... There's a
tap on my shoulder.
"We need to talk"
My departed unwanted guest still
here. This is Grief,..my Grief.
He plys his trade on bereaved lost
souls. Plays mind games too.
Maybe he's not that clever after all.
Doesn't need to be. Vulnerability makes
me weak, If my head's above water.the
my feet are sinking in quicksand,
It's relentless.Grief grows after every attack,
My strategy changes somehow, I watch.
hold back,stand my ground. My nemesis
backs down a touch. Am determined to
understand the essence of this villain, And
of course with time...
Time is good. Time's a good healer.In our
world.time seperates good from evil
So...after many sleepless nights, I wait. Ready
for what is. What I know.... Grief really does go.
Well can't be sure but the instinct is good. Grief
was right after all..The anti-hero' both good and.
bad. from a timeless world?
Grief is tough love...But above all, Grief is love
I thought it was all over....Wisdom prevails.
Well maybe it's over,.Just maybe