“Hello”, says grief, “I’m here”,
As if I didn’t know,
You arrived on wings of loss and fear,
And now refuse to go.
But over time I am learning
The lessons you can teach,
Sometimes you support my yearning
At other times you preach.
“I am your faintly irritating friend”
you tap me on the shoulder,
“You’ll grow to accept me in the end
Before you are much older” .
Loss is an insult to the soul,
Working with grief sews the tear
But it cannot quite fix the hole
Or repair the scar that’s newly there.
My lovely boy would be a man,
And that is hard to take
But it seems grief has no time span,
As agony wanes to dull ache.
“There is no timeline”, grief confirms
“Never expect to be quite ‘over it’
You have to live its twists and turns
And mould it to a better fit” .
As time goes by, grief lectures me
And makes me see I am wrong
To consider I lost my own life
For it is another’s that is gone.
Though I lost the me I used to know,
Someone new I have had to greet
My grief has changed to friend, from foe,
Although we never planned to meet.
Like a phoenix out of the fire
The tangled tumult of grief
Knits new spirit, rising ever higher
Borne from pain, reflecting faith and belief.
I heard a man speak the other day
Of a futile decade of despair and hope
He described a couple’s fruitless journey,
No baby ever – how do they cope?
They agreed their story to share
And found their pain brought healing
They gave it to the world to care
And received in return, positive feeling.
From crucifixion there is resurrection
He said, without a shadow of doubt
This was an individual reflection
But its truth to me did shout.
Grief brings its responsibility
To rise above the sorrow
You can do this to your best ability
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Through words, like many, I seek to proclaim
That darkness can indeed turn to light,
Living positive will fan the flame
Dispelling the shadows of the night.
“Hello,” says grief, “I walk in your heart
And I am never going to leave,
Now you accept I am a part
Of all you strive to achieve
I am not a lodger, I am a tenant
And it is my right to occupy
Fly the flag and wave the pennant
Together we are flying high”.