Wednesday, May 3, 2017

a bully


                                                                        Costa Rica-year unknown

Grief, a bully
bursts through
the door,
no warning.

Blindsided
my heart
pummeled,
I pray
I breathe
I connect
to the earth
and
the universe,
knowing that
grief will
blow out
the back
door
and return
in time.

2 comments:

Mary Ann Reilly said...

Yes, it will. I heard someone on NPR speaking yesterday who had lost his wife when their daughter was just a few months old. He said that 6 years later, the grief doesn't lack in intensity when it comes, but it arrives more infrequently. That was my sense after my mom died. Although now, even when I miss her, I do so with a sense of joy in having had her in my life for the years I did.

travelinma said...

I'm having a particularly hard stretch.