Over the years I’ve experienced and witnessed some intense and powerful grief. The kind of grief that can command all of your consciousness, monopolize time and put a tight grip onto an unrealistic perspective. Grief for my healing body and what it used to be. Grief for tragic loss of friendship, grief for love ones transitioning from this world to another and grief for changes in connections with loved ones too. This grief sometimes consumed me and drew my perspective to sadness but I am trying to offer a perspective to myself that honors what used to be and accepts the new love and understanding that’s on the horizon. Grief never fully leaves but it can change from an unwanted thought to a warm nudge that helps me honor what used to be. My only reminder is to give it some time.
If I love hard, I hurt hard.
Where do I put the love if I can’t give it to you?
The hollow echo of fresh grief within our hearts feels so deflated, empty and deep.
When they leave us, we give them a little piece of our heart so they won’t go alone.
It sprouts wings to fly with them on their next journey.
Now, there’s a hole in our heart.
But our cuts will scar over, patched & mended by those treasured memories.
But a scar is always a tender, soft spot and sometimes achy.
And our grief lingers until we find a place to put that love that we’re so used to giving.
I’ll plant my grief in my gardens, so when the colors rise, I remember that bright & beautiful things can come from darkness.