“What brings us together is what pulls us apart” – Grief, thou hurt.

Grief is a burning flame

It numbs your mind and scars your soul

When it swings its blade of misery

It chases you like a nasty ghoul

And then, somewhere down the road

You meet a tall white wall

That holds the weight of resistance

Which you try to climb but, receive a tumbling fall!

The thud gives you the moment of truth

The one that you needed but did not want

That it was time to turn back and fight the grief

And finish its agenda of haunts and taunts!

So you turn, with your back pressed against the wall

And, take a deep breath as you stare deep into the eyes of Grief

While it continues to taunt your climbs and falls

You look down at your crusty feet and bruised knees....

With nowhere to go, you close your eyes...

And slowly, the wicked laughter fades away like a withered flower

You realize your anger as it rises from the ashes....

As to do or die becomes your weapon of power...

Epiphany of a moment it is,

When you startle grief’s verve with your healing scars! 

And then, you take the first leap over it like a feisty fawn

Because, the journey is not yet over and, the destination is yet so far!