Horrible day today. Lots of tears. Took a shower just so I could sob my heart out. I don’t even want to listen to music today. Talked to a friend which helped for a bit. Forced myself to get out and take the dogs for a walk. Mostly just sat on the couch drinking wine, writing, and crying my way through the Harry Potter movies.
Trail of Grief
Sometimes grief is like Navigating A trail in a jungle. The trees are so thick Overhead That it is always dark. Around every corner is a Peril Ready to strike. Everyone’s grief is Different- So is everyone’s trail. The trail must be traveled Alone- Although others may briefly join To shine their lights of Hope In the darkness. To provide momentary Companionship On the dark and lonely trail. To offer support in the Battles Against the many hazards. To offer advice at the Crossroads When the trail splits. But ultimately all decisions are made Alone By the weary traveler. There are patches of Quicksand Sporadically on the route. They threaten to pull the traveler Under With grief all-consuming. The traveler must quickly Learn Who to call for assistance. There those who will enter the trail and Throw Out a vine without hesitation. But there are also those who are Scared Of the trail and the darkness- They might want to Assist But they don’t know what to do. When it is time for the weary traveler to Sleep The loneliness becomes suffocating. The traveler wonders Why This trail was given. The traveler questions How The end will be reached. The traveler tries not to run out of Hope For a better future- But how could the future be Better Than the past? Maybe the best days are Over And this trail is all that’s left.