A New Perspective

gebaird

Grief is the darkness

 

that leads us to light

 

Grief is the wrong

 

that makes things right

 

 

Grief is a thief

 

That gives more than it takes

 

Grief is a healer,

 

Make no mistake

 

 

Without my grief

 

Who would I be?

 

Not me

 

Not me

 

 

Grief is the burden

 

We don't want to carry

 

Grief is an emotion

 

We'd all love to bury

 

 

Grief leaves a mark

 

On the human soul

 

No one escapes

 

The force of its pull

 

 

Grief is a part of life

 

We don't want to feel

 

But it belongs to the unchanging

 

Cosmic wheel

 

 

Grief is the gate

 

We must pass through

 

To find joy beyond sorrow

 

And happiness true

 

 

In the depths of my grief

 

Seeds are sown that can grow

 

Into tall trees of understanding

 

With strong roots below

 

 

Grief is a teacher

 

And I am the student

 

To run from this lesson

 

Would be most imprudent

 

 

Grief is a fire

 

Always burning inside

 

On the road to heaven

 

Grief is the guide

 

 

Grief is the low

 

Of the tide's ebb and flow

 

Grief is the long night waiting

 

For the sun to show

 

 

Grief is desire

 

That can't be fulfilled

 

It touches us all

 

The weak and strong-willed

 

 

Grief is the master

 

That sculpts the spirit

 

Grief's not a monster

 

There's no need to fear it

 

 

For hidden inside

 

the tears we hide

 

Is a portal to wonder

 

Where peace can abide

 

 

Once you've endured

 

your deepest sorrow

 

You can live for the hope

 

Of a better tomorrow

  • Author: gebaird (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2016 17:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: I recently attended the funeral of a friend, and thought deeply about the feelings associated with such an event. Her broken-hearted husband and children were there to celebrate her life, and it was a beautiful service. But now there will be long weeks and months of working through sadness, wading through grief. Having walked through my own grief, I can relate to their pain. But ultimately I am better because of it. Grief is the price of love, and although it is a terrible price, the alternative (choosing not to love) is far worse.
  • Category: Sad
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