Grief is what they call it,
Like hell is how she feels.
Most of the day she hides away,
Wrapped up in a cover-made coccoon.
Tears flow as steady as rain
For the one she can’t get back.
It’s a feeling that many cannot understand,
But grief is what they call it.
I dreamed of him again last night,
Face to face we stood.
Realization sinking in,
I hurried to embrace.
I kept him in my arms so long,
Intent on never letting loose.
For when I would,
Away he’d go,
Leaving me without.
Leaving me to wait for him,
To wander back to life.
How am I to know what time it is?
Every clock I see says different,
Each paints a different picture.
My mind says the minutes are ticking by slower and slower,
Yet my heart is racing wildly.
My mind says I am trapped,
While my heart screams let me out!
There is no time in this room,
All I see are walls.
An outpour of despire
Meets one glimpse of grace.
All of a sudden the rain stops,
But the eyes pick up the slack.
Emotions aren’t steady,
Mind weak from the challenge.
Will surely never cease.
The smile is bittersweet,
This life is bittersweet.
Where do you see yourself
As you walk through life?
Do you sit and contemplate
The paths that you will choose?
Or do you turn aimlessly,
Hoping to find good fortune?
Do you open doors
With knowledge of what’s behind?
Or are you surprised
at what shows up in front of you?
Don’t avoid these possibilities
Or ignore your own desires.
Don’t settle for what you get,
Work toward a life worth living.