Grief

Heavy. Laden. A weariness of the soul.

Grief – it ebbs and flows, forever in the shadows.

A whisper nearly out of the range of hearing

a heavy toxic taste lingering on your palate

a shroud that burdens your body

a darkness on the horizon that seems it will never dissipate

The soul will persist

It will rise, albeit haltingly

Hope, gradually dusting aside despair.

The past year has bound the human race as never before. We have all experienced loss of some kind. Some small, others large. A way of life. Familial routines, friendships. family. Deaths.

How have you managed the grief for what you have lost?

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8 thoughts on “Grief

  1. What a beautiful and necessary poem. Thank you for putting words to feelings that tend to resist being brought to light or within earshot. My biggest challenge has been recognizing grief as what it is rather than misclassifying it as exhaustion or stress, which may be related but the larger feeling guiding the rest is actually grief.

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  2. When I read your question, my first thought was I ignore it. But, then I thought I can’t write that. Then I read edifiedlisteners comment and realized, it my truth. I handle grief by crying, then I put it away and move on. I’m sure if my way serves me well or not. Maybe I need to take some to time to process it. Your poem perfectly describes what I’m probably trying to avoid.

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  3. This is beautiful. I love the line ‘A whisper nearly out of the range of hearing.’ It does linger there, just out of reach, doesn’t it? It’s been such a challenging time. My biggest challenge has been watching the mental decline this separation has brought to my elderly mother…big grief there. Being her lifeline is a gift, but heavy too. Getting outdoors has been the biggest help to me this year, along with family story sharing.

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    1. Thank you for your feedback 😊
      I too, find the outdoors healing.
      Hopefully we all can receive vaccines in the near future and start mending the cracks to our being.

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