The waves of grief rolled in,
I bobbing in my little boat
along their peaks and valleys.
Times, I thought their fierceness
would swamp my fragile craft,
but I plunged on and
somehow stayed aright.
Times, all I could see
was greyness in all directions,
with no horizon
to help me make my way.
At others, there was a flatness to everything.
I could see which way to go,
but had no wish to travel.
The waves of grief eventually lessen,
but sorrow never leaves us.
Our departed loves come to live in our hearts.
We make a hallowed space for them there,
safe within the temple of our being,
ours now, only ours.
As the rest of the world moves on
and slowly forgets,
we will carry them with us, always,
till our last breath.
for Sumana's prompt at Mid-Week Motif : Waves