If I can help you to know
Its okay to feel sadness
Please let me
I know it should not be so
That we need permission to grieve
And I have heard it said
That grief feels so much out of our control
Like a tidal wave that threatens to drown us
That is only natural that we would try to run
Or lock all the doors and windows shut with bolts of iron
Trying to pretend that all is fine
But really what we most need
Is to surrender
And allow ourselves to be tumbled about in the breakers
That pull us down to the bottom of a deep blue sea
But that said
It is not an easy thing to do
When everything in our life seems to go askew
And we are left standing all alone
Holding just a tattered remnant
Of what once was such a precious
Garment
Even now I struggle to find the words
To explain what it might mean to feel it
Allowing ourselves to let go of the barricades
So all I will say is this
Please remember
Grief really is nothing less than the measure
Of your longing and love for
The most precious and valuable of things
True that๐๐ป๐๐ป
It left me thinking specially the last three lines
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Well that is wonderful.
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Your insightful verse resonated a tune on everyone of my heart-strings, truly beautifully worded, and these two lines touched my soul
“That grief feels so much out of our control
Like a tidal wave that threatens to drown us”
I’ve written many poems trying to explain those deep feelings of grief that stay with us, however as time goes by we do learn how to cope and accept the drowning waves that sweep over us. Maybe this poem, although I’ve so many others. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/06/24/memory-rain-2/
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So true, Ivor.
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