Grief is a lot like the ocean
Calm and still, everything is fine. Acceptance. I gaze upon and see the good memories like the sun rising on the horizon
Until the waves start crashing
Pulling me under and I cannot breathe, think, move as I gasp for air.
So quickly the tide changes, in a blink of an eye everything I've lost is staring back at me while the violent storm brews and I can't seem to resurface again
Until the next storm...
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
Grief is a lot like the ocean
Calm and still, everything is fine. Acceptance. I gaze upon and see the good memories like the sun rising on the horizon
Until the waves start crashing
Pulling me under and I cannot breathe, think, move as I gasp for air.
So quickly the tide changes, in a blink of an eye everything I've lost is staring back at me while the violent storm brews and I can't seem to resurface again
Until the next storm...
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