Wednesday, 29 March 2017

words on grief

in the middle of the night

after your first great loss

you walk through the world differently 

innocence fleeting is now obscured 

laugh lines remain 

reminding you of what life

was like before you realised that

everything you've ever loved 

could be gone in one split second

stars now speak to you

dreams hold visits held in layers

some revealed

some held tight

mystery holds your hand

random answers revealed

to unasked questions

and in all the torturous pain

there is one constant 

the only comfort to tuck you in at night

great loss could not knock on our door

had there not been fathomless connection

stories that volumes could never hold

and the deepest of love

great loss gives but one gift:

great love remains