Grief
Hurts with a pain beyond all previous
It sears the soul branding a hideous mark.
Heavy waves coming, hitting hard, subsiding… but not for long
A picture, a trinket, a pocketbook and the hurt rushes in yet again
“Don’t resist, accept, welcome” with gut-wrenching breaths I repeat and repeat
Tears flowing, flowing waiting for the peace of non-resistance to take over
And ease my bleeding soul
“It helps you grow, be more compassionate, understanding, loving….”
But the searing pain is now and I want it to go away.
It doesn’t
It’s still there beyond the “comforting words”, the prayers, the pleading…it’s there to endure for as long as it takes and there is no number that’s not too long.
I call upon her to help me…understand it was her choice, her decision
I sort of understand but selfishly suffer…it wasn’t my choice.
But from there I feel with gratitude my true calling
With closed eyes, I see like I never saw before
With a wounded heart, loving as I never loved before
Going out to heal
