Today’s poem is unlike any of the others … This one’s not meant for me (I’m not grieving, nor depressed in the slightest). Very thought provoking. Very different.

Grief.
Like a knife it does pierce.
A bite so fierce.
Oh, the pain.
I’ll never be the same.

Survive.
I’m still alive,
Yet wonder why.
When all I do is cry.

Strength.
I’d go to any length
Just to walk at your side
But now I hide.
Afraid of the darkness.

Weeping.
Like a willow.
My sodden pillow bears my tears.
Salty scars to last for years.

Relief.
I search for it, yet wonder
How will I survive?
For I’m alive
Yet dead inside.

Hope.
A subtle whiff that tickles my nose.
Do you suppose
There’s light beyond the pain?

Light.
So faintly glowing
Yet slowly, slowly growing.
Feeding my hunger.

Faith.
That after the pain
There does remain
Another sunrise.

Dawn.
The sun does rise again and shine.
A gift from the Divine.
Allowing me to see
Into eternity.

Joy.
The cycle is complete.
This world it is replete.
A single ball of twine.