It holds you in its arms Cradles you, caresses you. Mistake it not for warmth, for Grief is an ocean Vast. Deep. Relentless.
Somebody, everybody and nobody All have grief in common, for grief spares none. I wear it differently It looks unrecognisable on you.
Grievance is for the dead, was a lesson taught in school oh but there is more to it grief is for change, loss and being is a lesson taught by life.
Tides and currents run wild in its unfathomable waves it comes to everyone in its own time and knocks you off your feet.
There is no running, no escaping. When it hurts to even breathe remember that it changes on a dime one day, impossibly, it won’t hurt this bad that’s how you survive.
I think I’m past it alas it strikes again, starts again. you can not control it, let it in when it comes, feel it let go of it, when you can
All things that begin must come to an inevitable end. A cry of distress, in an unfamiliar world and hence begins life.
Some live for a 100 years without being alive for even a second of it. We are our own undoing. Blessing or tragedy?
Stop and smell the roses, they say. Maybe I should become that rose and carry that beauty within me.
I wish to forge my own path. Untethered, free and wild. Liberated from this worldly cage, and when Death finally finds me may it find me alive.
The other day, I came across an African proverb : “When death comes to find you, may it find you alive.”
We spend a lot of our lives being held back by trying to become what we think others expect us to be. We let ourselves be trapped in a cage.
Our soul knows what it wants. At this very moment, it’s speaking to you. Listen. Then go do it, grab it, live it.
Something went wrong with my WP a few days ago, and this got posted before I was done editing it. I removed it as soon as it happened, but a few of you had already read it and left comments. I’m sorry I had to delete that post because it just wasn’t ready. This is the final and improved version!