Isn't grief a strange thing?
You mourn the loss of someone, crying or not, visibly sad or not, but you still hurt.
Deep inside the grief slowly eats you alive and tears you apart and you don't even realize it. Because you may think you've moved on, but you never truly have. Even decades later, the grief is still here. Still suffocatingly present and exhausting.
And you don't even know it. Sometimes you don't even know it's grief. You may mistake it as anger, frustration or stress. You don't know that that's what's tearing you apart.
And so, you slowly die at the hands of the most horrible feeling.
Sometimes, you may even grieve something, someone that isn't dead. You could grieve someone that is just gone, that you just miss, even though they're still here.
So yeah, grief is a strange thing that no one ever truly understands. Because grief is different for everyone.
Grief can be as devastating as a tsunami, or as scary as a sand storm, or even as insignificant as a leaf falling from its tree.
It's different, fascinating and crazy.
But isn't grief just love persevering? Isn't grief just friendship trying to stay alive?
Isn't grief just beautiful?
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
