They say that grief
Is not something you get over with.
It’s not something you move on from,
Something you can live without.
Grief is a big cloud
That engulfs you
And swallows you whole
It becomes a part
Of who you are.
So no matter how far
You think you’ve come,
It follows you.
It visits you in your dreams,
Shows its eyes
In your waking moments,
Joins you as you eat,
And sweeps over you
Like huge waves
Crashing upon the shore.
Yet for what it’s worth,
Even grief
Seems to understand.
It has seen you for who you are.
It has compassion over you,
And hides itself
From time to time.
Even grief gives you space to breathe,
It gives you time to mend,
And yes, sometimes
It allows you to forget.
You forget
Until it comes again,
Reminding you,
That it never truly goes away,
But it’s okay.
The waves are getting smaller,
The pain is something you could bear.
You no longer reside
Within your grief.
Your grief now rests
Within your heart.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"