Grief lingers

Grief,

You can forget it,

and it stays.

You can deny it,

and it stays.

You can accept it,

and it stays.

You can pretend,

and it stays,

You can bargain with it,

and it stays.

It's like a terminal cancer that keeps eating at you until the day you die.  Then, it's meaningless, because you're with the one you lost.

Tears

There's always tears,

it's just sometimes I don't cry them.

Conflict

Grief,

It's a conflict.

Between what?

Between the reality your heart feels,

and the reality of an emptiness beside you.

Scars

The scars on my body may never fade,

but everyone can see them.

The scars inside will also never fade,

but only I can see them.

My grief

Journal poem:

My grief is a snake,

curled up, hidden inside.

Waiting to strike...

Waiting to crush...

It doesn't kill,

though it might be easier if it did.

It only releases when you're about to suffocate.

Then it crushes again.

It hides & releases when you acknowledge it,

waiting to strike again

when you've forgotten it for awhile.

7/30/08