Grief is like the ocean
Where the waves are tides.
Sometimes it's big.
Sometimes it's small.
But it's there.
Breaking away into groups.
Waves after waves.
Then when you think it's over
It comes back,
But worse than ever.
Till a cloud appears.
Where's the sunshine?
As the storm grows
So does the dark-blued eyed waves
It smashes, hammers, and then tears apart.
But then something happens.
The waves turn
Like the color of the blue sky.
What was dark blue
Was now a speck of light.
Dark monstrous storms were there.
But grief is like the ocean
And just like the ocean
It disappears.
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Obstacles
PoesiaObstacles is a collections of poems set in a order that tells a story about about how and what I went through during my freshman year all the way up to my senior year of high school. It has the sole purpose to inspire, explain, understand, and to be...
