What a strange thing this aching grief
That seems to terrorise, yet can bring such relief Threatening to drown us in a sea of sorrow When in its release, there’s a chance for tomorrow Grief we repress, pushing down and down Sometimes even choosing to wear as a crown Dragging it round as a heavy lead weight Trying to be stoic, accepting our fate What if the symptoms that pervade every cell Were here as a reminder – to take us away from hell? What if we stopped and dared to feel all the pain Could we have a chance to live once again? It’s overwhelmingly scary to dive down so deep To give voice to the grief buried and asleep What if we could bring ourselves to kiss all our tears Could we then honour the losses through the years? When we avoid going into the truth of the grief We create stories around it, desperately hoping for relief But there is nothing to do, but stare it straight in the face As then magically it’s transformed, with some zen-like space With space and awareness, the pain loses control We are no longer trapped in a bottomless hole We come back to the present, more accepting and whole Can witness the gift, that grief gives to our soul Grief as a messenger opens our hearts Brings us back to our bodies so we’re not broken in parts We can connect to others and feel less alone Look back on our lives and see how much that we’ve grown When I’m anxious and hyper, running scared When I’m playing superwoman with everything prepared That’s when I know, I’m not listening to my heart Thank God for my tears, so I can make a new start
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