Grief

Gutted. Embellished with pain.
The feeling that your heart cannot beat the same.
The feeling that the irrevocable has been done,
The feeling you want to cry, you want to run.

Unaccepting and unwavering,
The disbelief, the shock, migrating in.
That feeling of denial, unwilling to accept the truth.
Because the truth means letting loose.

Finding comfort in your sadness and your sorrows.
A minute of joy, of euphoria, that you must borrow.
The tears drying as they fall off your cheek,
As another day goes by unto another week.

That feeling of emptiness: a hole in your heart.
Wishing that you could go back to the start.

Making sense of all the mess,
Praying for grace, hope, and bless.
Finding the strength to carry on,
Because our lives cannot continue on pause.

Knowing they're in a better place,
While missing their warm embrace.
Wishing to hear their voice one more time,
Or thinking they'll come running through the door at the chime.

Trying to find peace within to light the flame,
The flame of love, a torch, a blaze.

Life is like a relay,
A baton beseeched upon me and I must carry on.
Grief will never end, although it will change,
It's love that we have left for the one who's gone.

A love that will never erase.