G.R.I.E.F

How I envy those poets and authors. They can toss words into the air and have them fall in perfect order. Why is it so easy to pour out my grief in a poem? And so difficult to capture joy in print. Joy exists in a fleeting moment whereas grief lasts forever. Takes one to feel grief , two to feel joy. My joy has already been shared and thus multiplied. My grief till now has been private, alone in the dark my grief mushrooms. I need to find a friend to halve the burden. Will you be that friend?

We all grieve differently, some grieve quietly. Solemn in their grief not wanting. To show their pain while some are loud letting the pain out for all to see and then beginning the long battle of healing. Some hold their grief in for so long that eventually it eats at them causing them to misdirect it. In different ways unknowingly pointing, the pain of loss toward others not wanting of it or deserving when instead they should be letting go and moving on. Grief is not a friend for it makes one angry, sad, exhausted, and confused. Grief is an unwanted guest for it stays for a long, long, time. Seemingly never wanting to leave, once in a while it will allow some peace but for only a brief time span, It would rather curl it’s black tentacles around and keep you in it’s grip forever and then one day you realize you are starting to feel a little better. As the seasons change so do we in time, we shall heal and start to get back into routine and realize grief is finally packing up to end it’s long overstayed visit for it was a long process this visit from grief. Each day gets a little better keep on moving, stay busy. One day, Grief is finally gone until the next time it is required to visit again.

"Grief is a feeling like you’ll never let go. It sounds like the sobbing of a broken heart. It tastes like a desert, dry and flavorless. It smells like freshly turned dirt on a grave. Grief feels like you just can’t go on."

Having the love of your life, break up with you and say "we can still be friends" is like your dog dying and your mom saying you can still keep it."