By JennB   

A million words won’t gift me solace,
Or I’d speak them in no time flat.
A million tears won’t fill this void,
Or I’d shed them just like that.

Grief and loss surround me.
Drowning and covering my soul.
A small reprieve gives me air,
Before it swallows me whole.

The last act of love for the dying,
Is to grieve and do so honestly.
Where there is genuine grief, there’s love,
Far deeper than man can see.

When tossed by grief and anguish,
When drowning in its powerful grasp,
Breathe when you are able,
The pain will slowly pass.

Some days our breath comes easy.
Just move with grief’s ebb and flow.
Some days we fight to breathe at all,
And have to take it slow.

Grief forever changes us.
It’s power will never end.
We may heal and break the surface,
But the waves will hit again.

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We all feel like we are drowning sometimes.