Loss is a funny thing.
One minute you’re crying hysterically
And the next
You’re screaming in your mind.
Thinking it’ll be reversed.

Death is final though.
You see we keep their memory alive
And we wonder
Why we are still hurting.

Like waves grief pulls and pushes us
And no matter what
We stand with the tide and let the waves crash down on us.

Consumed by pain, sorrow, and hate.
We cloud our judgement and deem it fit for action,
Until our action
becomes our consequence.

Loss is a tumble of emotions trying to find which one is suitable and appropriate for the occasion.
Never once letting up to let you breathe.

A constant battle to chose which direction to go from here.
The plans to be made and all the while.
Pretending to be okay.