the rythmn of grief (in progress)

the ebb and flow of grief, waves
- strength increasing with every roll -
pounding my weakened heart
taunting me with the depth of memory.

Each crash into my being; waiting for a response.
What will my heart handle?
Journey again on these waves so strong?
Another day lost in the moon lit ocean?
Memories...laughter...joy...
roll into my mind,
slide into the corners,
drip onto my awareness.

Who knew memories would call out of dark a light?
Who knew tides of grief would call forth such might?

The faithful crash of this ebb and flow,
the rythmn of grief,
the motion of time,
the journey's of the heart.