A Poem of Grief
Grief can feel so physical, so visceral, in every part of the body.
My eyes:
swollen,
red,
raw from careless fingers
brushing at them
blurred with freshly fallen tears.
My lips:
pursed,
quivering,
unable to find words,
let alone speak
dry from the constant gasps for air
between sobs.
My shoulders:
curled in,
tense and sore,
holding a head cast downward
exhausted from carrying the weight
of this grief.
My heart:
lost in the immense depth
of this grief.
Longing,
yearning,
for the hands of time
to turn back
and change everything.
My lungs:
robbed of oxygen,
fighting to breathe.
Crushed by the weight of
each loss,
each disappointment,
each betrayal.
My senses:
electrified,
alert and aware,
searching for control,
surrounded,
by feelings of powerlessness.
My mind:
dizzy among these waves,
desperately trying to stay afloat,
searching for solid ground,
continuously swept up,
in the ocean of my pain.
written by Shanon
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