Rant

When asked if we are ok

We nod yes, holding back...

Saving face

When really we are not ok

We are hurt

Broken

Struggling with the harsh reality that is life

Floundering in an ocean of grief

Waves of sorrow washing over us

Plunging us down again and again

In an attempt to drown us.

A life ring is tossed

Ropes thrown out

Yet we refuse the help

Slowly sinking in our own resilience

Our defiance

To admit that we aren't as strong as we think we are

And yet the ropes keep coming

The life rings floating slowly by

Each an offer of help

And they will always be there

Waiting for us to accept that we need to be rescued from our grief

That it is ok to admit our weakness

It is ok to break down

To cry

To admit that you are in pain

Because there will always be people there

Waiting for you with open arms

And a strong shoulder to lean on

Waiting for you

Waiting

waiting

waiting

How grateful I am that I can write out my feelings