2.7.14 – Grief is a Wave

You never know when it’s coming.
There is no warning.
No forecast that can prepare you.

tidal waveIt hits you
on the brink of the day
of happiness
of life.

Grief is the tide.
It ebbs and flows.
Always lapping at your feet.

When it comes in
when it washes over
You must stand still.

Feet firmly planted
resolving not to be washed into darkness.

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