Tiredness washed out by grief

Which brings us back to insomnia…

New goals fresh and crisp,
ready to embark on the next leg of the journey

Grief is allowed
to exist
and the awful heaviness
of dammed up tears
evaporates
after the flash flood.

The mind clears
like clouds parting
to let bright sun smile through glistening rain.

A rainbow steps on to the path ahead.

Grieving

Tears can open the door
to wake the mind

Crying pulls out memories
like an excited two year old
pulling dress-ups from a box

Wailing
perhaps it will move me
from a silent scream
into a sobbing anger
drowned in grief.

Crying

Crying really deep down inside
tearing the core out
and staring at the worms in horror
how did they get there?
Spit out what is left over
and wash away the bitter aftermath
with tears

Grief
dark and locked in a dungeon
dry, dusty, and voiceless
forgotten.

Like the long stretch of barren beach
before the tsunami overwhelms
I drown in waves of sorrow
that flood my rumpled face

Tears
silently stain
as they release the pain
pent-up behind dam walls.

I crumble
and fall

and remember it all.

Poem: Crying

Crying
Everlasting
Knowing
Pain
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Syllables this time: 2, 4, 2, 1