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
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC
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
I wrote this in my journal as I was trying to figure out how to answer the question to my grandmother who just didn’t understand my grief when comparing it to her experience.