Grief

It comes in like the waves in an ocean.

Sometimes, like the high tide,

powerful, aggressive, loud,

it takes over all of you.

Sometimes, calm and silent it is,

like calm waves, and doesn't make noise

but always present in the background

making heard its bitter voice in all you do.

Like the waves, we've no control

over how grief appears and when.

The wind, the weather, the temperature,

In our control are none.

The high tide may wash you away

Take you away from the shore.

Drown you deep down

Into the ocean of grief, alone.

The slower waves appear kind

But hurt nevertheless,

Bit by bit, all your prints,

will be visible less & less.

Nothing shows on the outside

While it hurts deep down

You carry on with day-to-day chores

While inside, you silently drown.

Too many things in life

are far beyond our control

While the waves try to wash us off,

We still try to stay afloat.