Steps of Grief

Grief lasts for a little while. Its hurt does beguile. Nightmare’s fog released, ‘where am I’ A torrential fracture of the sky. Indeed the steps, you can’t deny, as you’re not ready to say goodbye. You still feel the hand you held Now two minds of loved ones meld. Denial is a named storm, thunder and lightning forms. The rain will not abate — racehorse is out of the gate. Anger crosswinds erupt. Sirocco cursings abrupt. The perpetrator served on a platter. Onto anyone in the way it will splatter. Bargaining, a gutteral plea for a sign. Oft comes from grieved with a deadline, sans stopping to smell the flowers, though abounding with blessing’s showers. Depression though butterflies flit about, scents and does appear with shouts, the grieved only wants to hold her or him — the unending longing for a loved one is grim. Acceptance, in mind-numbing closure, can’t think too hard…maintains composure. One can talk about him or her with smile The truly hopeful believe in a meanwhile… Heaven is truly the last step of grief. It is the only appeasement that brings relief. 12/10/2021