This is death, followed by grief,
And it’s ok.
Buried, now awake, and strung out.
Not myself, I don’t want to be.
The sky opens each morning and night,
And swallows my heart whole.
Soaking in the sadness
Perpetually overflowing.
This is death, followed by grief,
And it’s ok.
Memories playing on repeat.
Catch me in a moment,
A jolt that takes me on a ride.
Fast and furious the waters flow.
Underneath the surface, screaming.
My gurgles rise up.
And life goes on.
This is death, followed by grief,
And it’s ok.
Acceptance always obscures my view.
The bruise, is tender, imbedded central to my soul.
It comes for me around every corner.
Sometimes soft and sometimes hard.
I’ve learned to welcome it’s embrace.
This is death, followed by grief,
And it’s ok.
Searching for a place,
A quiet nook to stay.
Settle down as it comes and goes.
Take what it gives, and what it leaves behind.
Turn it around, and feel life’s flow.
This is death, followed by grief,
And it’s ok.
DoRee MelNic 