Grief is a storm

Grief is a storm,

Rain pounds on the windows of my heart,

The loss of her won’t go away,

But I need to be strong for the family she left behind.

Just like when rain looks like it will ease,

The pain hits back harder.

Storms bring days of anger, sadness, frustration and guilt.

How could we not know, how could we not see

What was happening?

In the heart of the storm, shadows twist and turn,

Grief settles in, heavy like dark clouds.

Raindrops fall like memories, each one a whisper,

The wind howls, echoing the loss of a dear treasured one.

Even though the storm will flow by, the destruction remains.

However,

Each raindrop is also a memory,

Each flower is hope for what is to come,

Each sunrise offers a chance for something for something new.

A chance to find comfort.