The untold tale of " Grief"

I was right there at the edge
Pissed off of this monotonous life
No contact with people
Neither the pouring out of words
A thousand words trapped inside my body...
Trying to reach out to a jovial heart

Oh look out...it's you
It's you who have come
With whom I can share
All my dispair

I sat down with her
with an element  life
She took a moment and said
" hi, I am your Anger"

Little did I know ,
how vulnerable she was
She poured out her heart
which melted into a river
The river full of misery and disheart

The tears spoke more than words
the words which were left untold and unheard
for  tears are those words
which  the tongue couldn't utter
Nor did the heart  bear

Her cries have bought an undulated flood
the flood which can wash out all the gloom
For, there is an absolute blossom after every downpour.

We both sat there for long enough
until she told me
her real name was "grief"

Just before she could leave , she said
"It's better to cry than to be angry , because Anger hurts others
while tears flow silently through the soul and cleanses the heart"

~ Sneha Sivichan ❤️