Loss is a forest

Where over you grief stretches

Its dense canopy

And the reality

Of what once was, will never be

Again.

Emotion may not easily come.

Then

Where the path ahead stretches

Void of markers and meaning

Comes hours of endless dark

And endless keening.

A moment a thought

Pierces your heart

When all feels at an end

When you don’t know where to start

Again

When you long to reach a point

Anew

Where all that is left is the memory

And you.

Then, like stray

Flowers

The scant sunbeams coming through

Memories that don’t hurt may

come smile at you.

As the night turns to day

They were always there.

Waiting for the darkness to fade away.

Waiting for your heart to find some air.

Waiting for your life to find its space.

Waiting for acceptance.

Waiting for grace.