I’ve thought it’s a bit like a huge mountain of sand
That needs work and attention to dig, turn over and process
Putting it off is fine, but it’ll sit there until you’re ready to put spade back in hand
And slowly sift and consider all the grains waiting to be addressed
For waiting is not a problem for those that have passed
The uncomfortable truth is that you’ll never 'get over it', and can’t rush it through
You’ll at best reach a peace as the sand steadily empties in your own hourglass
And a better understanding of the loved ones that you knew
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Author:
Jeremy Leach (
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Comments3
A vivid image and great metaphor in this poem that teaches its lesson in poetic form. Nicely done
I like the analogy of looking at it as a bank of sand, loss takes alot of work and patiance and exceptance to get over and then as you indicate the sand might run out first, enjoyed the read
Great write
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