Throughout grief you
can often forget for a while that you are so very, very sad.
Then it hits you,
like a knife to the chest,
and you remember all over again.
You can’t help but
feel guilty for that moment of happiness.
For having forgotten
that you have every reason to be sad.
You carry on trying
to have more good moments than bad for the sake of your lost one, but the grief
returns, washing over you in waves, and you can never truly forget.
Every action you take
in those days of intense grief is a reflection of the sadness within your soul.
The pain of having
lost what was once an all important part of you.
The anguish that you
try to hide can rear its head in sudden moments where the torture of grief
returns at the whim of even the slightest reminder of the love that is gone.
They say that time
heals all wounds.
I say time just
creates a retaining wall.
A wall that those
waves can so easily defeat,
and quietly tear
apart the wounds within.
