Friday, May 22, 2020

Grief


Grief is an ugly thing
It is a tightness
It is a bursting
It is ice
And fire
Engulfing the self
Decimating the soul
Never departing yet
Hiding as a buried monster
That less often but
Then and again
Rears its ugliness
Against your memories
Until all that's left
Is the beauty and love that
Even grief could never destroy.