After the sudden loss of someone I loved deeply I felt like I was drowning in my grief. Truly, there would be moments I could barely breathe, my anguished sobs and pounding heart making me gasp for breath. Day after day this continued for a couple of mon
An ocean in the midst of a hurricane,
Emotions twisted by the winds, brief moments of calm,
Then waves again, giant, black waves of despair.
Then I cried enough tears to fill a river,
A river filled with boulders and white water,
Emotions bouncing, struggling to keep my heart from breaking,
Then floating, just floating along, desperately hanging on to hope.
Eventually I cried just enough tears to fill a stream,
Trickling, sparking water, cool and clear, sunbeams reflecting light.
Until I stood upright and walked, no longer afraid of drowning,
And found the well-worn path of “me” back to safety and peace.
It is certain more tears will fall, endings are rarely without them,
But these tears will eventually be like the occasional drip from a faucet.
Tears of the memories of times together, adventures shared, the laughter and love of that chapter in my life.
But that is ended.
Then I shall stand in the rain on a mountain trail with arms widespread and rejoice.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2025-07-01 at 13:50
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The Way Back from Grief
At first I cried enough tears to fill an ocean,An ocean in the midst of a hurricane,
Emotions twisted by the winds, brief moments of calm,
Then waves again, giant, black waves of despair.
Then I cried enough tears to fill a river,
A river filled with boulders and white water,
Emotions bouncing, struggling to keep my heart from breaking,
Then floating, just floating along, desperately hanging on to hope.
Eventually I cried just enough tears to fill a stream,
Trickling, sparking water, cool and clear, sunbeams reflecting light.
Until I stood upright and walked, no longer afraid of drowning,
And found the well-worn path of “me” back to safety and peace.
It is certain more tears will fall, endings are rarely without them,
But these tears will eventually be like the occasional drip from a faucet.
Tears of the memories of times together, adventures shared, the laughter and love of that chapter in my life.
But that is ended.
Then I shall stand in the rain on a mountain trail with arms widespread and rejoice.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate

Written on 2025-07-01 at 13:50




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