Weathering Grief

Shock hits my heart like a bolt of lightning. Then the tears fall, heavy rain from the storm cloud above my head. The same questions; Why? Why? Why? Guilt hits me, stinging my skin like hailstones. Then anger comes. Like a tornado. I am engulfed inside this rotating column that twists and spins uncontrollably. Slowly the freezing fog of depression envelops me. It reduces my visibility on life. I can't see a way forward anymore. Eventually time brings a thaw. I see bursts of beauty between the showers. The rainbow brings its pot of gold, full of loving memories of you. The sun begins to shine again, bringing acceptance and hope for the future. Its warmth is my connection to you. As the seasons pass I still have days when the snow falls cold and silently around me. Or like a breeze you blow your memories over me, softly reminding me you are still here.