The muse has been good to me tonight, so I am sharing one of two poems that I have written. This shouldn’t be taken as advice, it just sums up my experience. I hope you enjoy the piece…if it resonates with you, please feel free to leave a comment.
No Exact Science
Grief is no exact science
It writhes like a wily feline
Evading all attempts to name it
Until there’s nothing to do but face it.
We cannot reduce it to a blot* on the page
Or a crease in the tapestry of life
We must walk with it, and learn its ways
Though often nothing seems right.
It is often the way of grief
To hide in the things we least expect
So that it can ambush and wrong-foot us
Upturning all our carefully plotted plans
It is a strange place to travel in
Walking with grief is like crossing a desert
You yearn for release from the heat and the dust
And find it in the oasis of your own tears
Let them come, let them fall
They will dry, and you will rise
Ready to embrace the world again
Taking what you’ve learned from pain
To walk with others and help them through
With strength and hope that is your due
You’ve learned a lot, and faced it well
Know every little niche of Hell
It is not a place to roam
So with grief, you make your home
Sit it down, invite it in
Then let growth and healing begin.
*had to correct that to blot, because I initially typed ‘blog’ – no secret what was on my mind there.
Wishing you peace and strength on your journeys,