Grief is like a corpse in the land of the living.

Kimeysia

They say grief is found in the saddest of people,

In the saddest of families,

In the lost and in the lonely.

But I say this isn’t true.

I’ve seen grief in happy homes

In the happiest of people.

In you and in me.

When grief knocks at our front door,

We don’t invite it in with open arms.

It comes without a whisper.

So silently it creeps up,

That it catches us off guard.

Slowly creeping into our souls,

Holding complete control of our emotions.

We are lost,

We are depressed.

We want to run.

But where do we hide?

Do we seek shelter or do we hide from our emotions?

These emotions are the death of us,

But yet when grief gradually disappears,

It’s like grey clouds washing away,

Being replaced by clear skies.

All we do is wait for clear skies,

Without realizing grey skies are needed to make us humans.

And if grey skies didn’t exist,

It wouldn’t rain and cool our souls down.