Poetry

Drowning in Grief (12/1/21)

Sometimes I think I’m on the verge of being okay.
And then, just kidding, another wave pulls me away.

The shore is getting further and further in the distance.
I’m getting pulled under without much resistance.

Living without my love beside me
Is like swimming with a missing limb in the sea.

There are sharks all around
Watching and waiting for me to drown.

My tribe cheers me on as I swim in the storm
Alone…this is my new norm.

Tired…so tired.

I would do anything for a rest on the beach
With my love right beside me in my reach.

But he has gone where I can’t see
The water gets deeper as my tears run free.