Grief and Healing
A poem about the journey
Published in
Mar 8, 2021
grief doesn’t come once
but a thousand times
separated by seconds
later by decades
but it always returns
water runs from my eyes
at unexpected moments
from a tiny rustle in the leaves
to the tidal wave that drowns me
in a deluge of tears
today it rises in my throat
but I step on it
with a glass of wine
or another brownie
and I postpone healing
it was her kindness
a free coffee refill at Cafe du Monde
her seeing me for real
I finally drop the shield
and invite the wind of grief
and I move in my healing
