Waves

Grief is the wave that rocks the boats in the bay, It comes, it goes, sometimes it stays, It can lap at your feet or drag you under, It can come without warning, or with a clap of thunder, It is the wind in your hair, The chill of the night, It is the arms you wrap around yourself when you hold on too tight, It is darkness and pain with fragments of light, It is the hole in your heart that can never be filled, It is the blood in your ears that cannot be stilled, It is all consuming; it swallows you up, It is the yearning because you miss them so much, It is the price you pay, It is love. Grief is many things, all rolled into one, It is the feeling of sadness because they are gone, It is guilt for all the things you did wrong, It is the bargaining, and the depression, It’s wishing you said all the things you didn’t care to mention, It is ugly, it is rough, It is way more than tough, Grief is like a wave that rocks the boats in the bay, It comes and it goes, but it’s not here to stay.