Something I Grief For

I have tried to pour out my grief with tears but my tears are too weak to carry the weight of my grief. I have tried to put down to writing my fears but all I have done is reopen the wounds I thought had healed. I try to cover my pain with smiles but my smile is not wide enough to cover the pain of my heart. Every time, I ask myself "why?", "what if?" and "when?" and the only answer I get is silence. I grief for what is not dead but not living I grief for what has voice but not talking I grief for something bright but not shining I grief for something lost but not missing But maybe what I grief for is watching and waiting Waiting for the right time to show the world what is missing Like a flower that blooms during its season, Maybe what I grief for is waiting to be appreciated for the right reason.