Grief

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

Author: Lee

Just a woman who laughs a little too loudly, making people constantly stare, states her mind always, sings offkey, embraces her afrocentricity, and drops the F-Bomb entirely too much. My hobbies include honing my highly sensitive person skills, trying to find that poor, rare man that can love all of this and I, him, overthinking, fighting for injustices, and listening to old school R&B and neosoul while drinking wine and cooking in my kitchen. I love the other two bloggers here with all my heart and happy to be doing this blog with them!

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