Grief washes over me like the waves of the ocean,
nearly drowning me with emotion,
unwilling to lessen its intensity.
Grief has a way of taking its time,
dissolving slowly like salt crystals in water.
Painful but not like the pain of a broken bone
or a broken heart that will heal,
not like lost love with its hope for the future,
grief moves in me in continuous motion,
rising up out of nowhere and ebbing only
when forgetfulness comes for a moment,
forgetfulness that seems wrong.
Waiting for grief to soften is still grief.
Grief has no obligation to time.
Powerful and invasive, it lives on within me,
taking residence in the heart, where hope once lived
and where regret has moved in to be a partner
to a grief too strong too defeat.
© Barbara Flass 2011