When sadness descends
and envelops me
wrapping me in a blanket of melancholy.
My heart grows heavy
my mind grows weary.
Sorrow
like the weather
is an ever changing entity.
Somedays it roars,
howls, and rages.
Other days it clings to me
like a scared and weepy child.
Somedays it is subtle,
and I barely notice it,
but for the gray that filters out the sun.
Grief,
that strange beast,
is not growing smaller
nor quieter.
It seems
it is gaining in size and strength.
The frequency of it's visits
and the intensity of it's outbursts
a mystery,
hidden until
it is already upon me.
-Carrie
Yesterday I wrote of the day Dad left us. Today I am caught up in the unpredictability of grief and the sadness that encompasses me.
My posts have been similar to yours lately. I hope you find strength in the therapy of writing out your feelings. Your poem is beautiful and describes the emotions and feelings of grief perfectly. Sending positive thoughts to you!
ReplyDelete'the unpresictability of grief' catches up with us all. But as Dory said, "Just keep swimming." :-)
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