Sometimes when I’m sitting
It comes like a wave
That overtakes you unexpectedly
Blue, strong, and powerful
Leaves you with no breath
Sharp intake of air.
The thoughts are overwhelming
And the thoughts like a high tide
Stay for a while
Seemingly controlled by an outside source,
Like the moon.
The moon used to know to stay away til night –
But lately she doesn’t always care
Popping up in the broad cloudiness
Of 4 pm afternoons
And bringing the high tide of the
Emotional sea with her.
I can’t control the moon.
But damn it,
I better learn to swim.
-A Poem About Grief in a Life Neither That Bad or That Good