Swimming Through Grief.

As humans we find comfort and solace,

In simple presence.

You’re at home and the motions of a day,

Go by with an invisible attendance.

We share connections,

No matter the distance.

We sometimes communicate,

To each in their own ways.

Life goes on they say,

After comfort cracks and paves.

Life is suddenly halted,

When we lose the presence.

A connection,

An avenue of expression.

Lost communication,

Plunges us into a shocked state.

Grief no longer comes in stages.

But we learn to swim,

Even if the water is cold.

It’s true that the tides go on,

And so, life does go on,

Just in different ways.

While grief is hard and swimming in a sea of pain,

Can seem like an endless dark end.

I want you to know that it isn’t the time people say,

That helps bring light in.

It’s the realization that grief is still love,

And that the weight is not a weight.

The lumps we hold inside can walk with us in life.

As humans while we find comfort and solace,

I hope we let grief flow,

For it is love that needs to go, somewhere.

Back into our lives, an invisible attendance.

Right by your side, with no distance.

A presence that will never be forgotten.