In the midst of the silence grief has an echo,
A thrumming heartbeat of a pain that wont let go.
Every heart beat is as loud as a drum
no real noise just a resounding thrum.
Then things begin to swirl moving so fast, you are caught in a current the silence doesn’t last.
Everything around you is just so loud,
to much, chaos in the midst of the crowd.
All you want is to slip into quiet sleep
But when you finally can, the grief is too deep.
You welcome the silence, the lack of the crowd. But can not stay there because your head is too loud.
A new you emerges to make room for the pain.
Holding on to the memories, love remains.