The grief is still here
It rolls from year to year.
It seeps and flows through my soul and just when I think it has forgotten me,
it comes sailing back in fits and starts and claims my heart for its own.
Sometimes it makes me angry
Sometimes it makes me cry.
I just want it to stop.
I want it to loosen the chains on my heart, but it won’t.
I have met someone who holds a key, does he know he can unlock my heart,
Set me freer than i have been in years?
If he knew would he turn the key?
Sometimes his unknowing makes me angry, as if it were his choice.
“help me” I feel like yelling at him, “you hold the key”.
but i guess that isn’t fair, not fair to expect so much of him.
He is only human and frail like I am.
But this grief has to end, I can’t do it alone., it is so much stronger than I am.
I believe the depth of the love defines
The depth and strength of the grief.
It suffocates and overwhelms me,
Just like his love did only in opposite ways. Is it a measure of love or loss?
This man, the one who holds the key, where did he come from?
Do I have the ability to unlock his heart as he has to unlock mine?
Can he and I travel this way together, help each other to live and love totally again, or is it too late, too hard, too easy to just quit and give up the dream, settle for less.
NO, I can not quit, I can not give up and let the grief win,
let it hold me down in fear.
I just need some help, can it be done?
If only I knew for sure, if only I knew…