Grief
Is never brief.
It doesn't go away.
It claws on the heart,
When thinking of loved ones gone.
We are in a Deep we wouldn't want to rise from,
We recall, for we still want to be with the ones we lost,
Even by grieving.
We may or may never grasp the reason
Why it happened.
It is hard to cope,
Mental, emotional and
Psychological pains are all present.
They are blades of grass
On blazing hot
Summer days, when
They are too dry, overgrown.
We bleed, when they cut us
With their sharpened edges.
Grief is day and night.
When shining bright, slashing, piercing the chest,
Some moments,
it is calm as the night,
It does not hurt so
bad,
We get by like normal days,
Like the newly mowed grass,
When
they are just sprouting from the ground
They brush our skin, touch our feet,
Almost unnoticed,
With very little effect....
They say that time can heal sorrow,
Maybe so, but definitely, not by tomorrow...
Grief settles down momentarily,
But it rarely disappears completely...
Sally
Below is the original, my very personal version of GRIEF, my own experiences lie therein, but then, too much use of I and ME is sometimes, annoying, I thought it best to use WE in the version above...I would be lying if I said I did not like or prefer the original version, for it touches me more...
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PERSONAL VERSION----SEPT. 4, 2014---9:03 AM
GRIEF
Grief
Is never brief.
It doesn't go away.
It claws on my heart,
When thinking of my loved ones gone.
I am in a Deep I wouldn't want to rise from,
I have realized,
I often recall, for I still
want to be with the ones I lost,
Even by grieving.
I may, or may never grasp the reason
Why it happened.
It is hard to cope,
Mental, emotional and
Psychological pains are all present.
They are blades of grass
On blazing hot summer days, when
They are too dry, overgrown,
I bleed, when they cut me,
With their sharpened edges...
Grief is day and night...
When shining bright,
It slashes, pierces my chest.
But there are moments,
It is calm as the night,
It does not hurt me so bad,
Just like normal days, I get by, just sad.
Like the newly mowed grass,
When they are just sprouting from the ground
They brush my skin, touch my feet,
Almost unnoticed,
With very little effect.
They say that time can heal sorrow,
Maybe so, but definitely, not by tomorrow.
Grief settles down
momentarily,
But it rarely disappears completely.
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A, Bayan
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