Grief is like being stuck in a chasm
When its dark you are lost
Unaware of what’s up or down
Scared, alone, and abandoned

Sometimes you can see the light above
It gives you a clear sense of direction, a goal
And you have the energy to try to climb out
You continually mark how far you climb each time you fall
Always comparing yourself to your past
Disparaging yourself each time you do not match up

Then after days, weeks, maybe years
When the fight against gravity leaves you physically exhausted
You lay down, weary, at the bottom of the pit

Sometimes you think if you cry enough
Expelling all the tears in your body
The chasm will fill up and you can passively float to the top

Then you realize that the tears never stop
The chasm never fills
Then desperate you just wish the tears would fill the unbearable void
Just enough for you to drown