Grieving Is Weird
A poem
Grieving is weird
Written upon the death of, Anais Melson.
It hits you in waves
The first wave is numbing
can last for seconds
or days
weeks
years
forever
never know how long it’ll last
It’s passage is always shocking
Catches you unaware
Leaving you in tears
the next wave …
Tears
Uncontrollable
Inexplicable tears
I don’t understand their intensity
their ferocity
My body heaves
Sighs
come out as screams
Mourning is like a flame
that starts at your feet
reaches your heart
let’s itself out through your head
a simmer
a rage.
It passes
leaving silence
making way for the next waves
of numbness
of tears
the waves of memories
unfolding
good times
bad times
that made up a lifetime lost
And the tears come again
with quiet feeling
reflection
sincere sense of loss
You tell yourself
“Life goes on”.
and
life, somehow,
goes on.
Shared for all who experience loss.

