I wrote this the day after my dad died on this date in 2013. The grief is a lighter load today, but it is still just under the surface.
Grief is a journey, not a destination
It is a slow walk through deep fog and heavy cloud
Its fingers cracked and worn
They enter me and grab onto my heart
Crushing it
I cannot see my way to the other side
But onward I must go
I will walk and I will crawl
I will run and I will fall backward
Only knowing I’ve reached grief’s end
Once I’ve left its clutches far behind
And I can see a clear sky once more
Yet, I know I will never forget the fog
Or the pain I knew and wore like an old heavy coat
I will feel the weight
Pressing down and crushing my bones
But that old friend grief cannot crush my memories of you
Or the hope that I will be caught up in the air with you
And tell you once again that I love you
Grief, you will try to take me and you will fail
Grief, where is thy sting? Death, where is thy victory?
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