The river of Grief …….
The unthinkable Happens ,
And i fall head first into the river of Grief
Flailing , confused,and Disorientated
Grasping for a lifeline for Him and Me .
Respite comes with busyness
i get my bearing’s,and slowly move ,
To the bank of the raging River,
I stay busy ,as its the only way …
Then another Hurdle to Jump
oh Hell ,I fall again ,
Im still busy, but it no longer works ,
Confused again ,
Searching for another way out .
Then Another Loss, My Father,
I know the Drill, i learn to pretend ,
I can almost believe I’m ok
Everyone else believes I am .
Then my Mother Dies,
I cant go to there again
I cant Feel !
I cling to the branches,of the river
I cling, and cling on , I cant go there .
The fear of Drowning is Real ,
I must not let go ,
Unbearable Grief tightens my grip,
I cant let go, I must keep busy
Then one day ,Yesterday ,
I woke up, hoping to see clearer,
I separate from the River of Grief .
I didn’t Fall In, I wasn’t Pushed, I created it !
Im a fighter, A Survivor,
And today Im finding a way to climb out of this pool of sadness
Im walking into a raging river of Grief to heal !
Hopefully !!