Grief is sticky green, like gum
on the bottom of my shoe
break
Grief is pungent, the stench
hanging in the air
No escape from its tendrils
forever
grabbing
relentlessly
space
Grief is a stale sour lemon
with mould forming on the edges
creeping into my mouth
break
Grief is warm and inviting
until I begin to settle into its embrace
then it smothering me
robbing the air from my lungs
choking the life out of me
break
Grief is smooth and slippery
As the grade increases
it is challenging to stay upright
falling
sliding
into darkness
the light barely visible
b
Grief becomes a friend
Hanging around
Keeping me company
Keeping me stuck—
A bad friend
who pretends to be supportive
b
Grief is a liar
That promises to stay forever
so I won’t forget
to keep his memory alive
to be respectful
b
Grief is an unwanted guest
that has stayed far too long
Lingering in my heart
Living in my thoughts
Pervading my dreams
Robbing me of joy
of peace
b
Goodbye, my friend
The time has come
For you to go
I must live again
And I won’t forget
How important he was
b
I am sorry
You mattered
I tried
I love you
and I have grown
About the Author
Dr. Jen is the Owner of The Counselling Group in White Rock, B.C. and presently resides in Salmo, B.C. Her mission is to touch and heal as many as possible, she does this through her therapy practice, but also through her writing. Thanks for embracing this form
