**Author's Note/Content Warning: This was influenced by the recent and sudden passing of a colleague.
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Just a buoy, anchored and tethered, but at the mercy of the waves.
Thrashing and bobbing, left to the elements and the relentless battle.
In the throes of grief without comprehension.
The anger, the guilt, the despair, the suffering.
Left to freeze in the winter, boil in the summer, languish in between.
A constant cycle, never-ending blame and shame.
What few answers only lead to more questions, remaining unsettled.
Paralyzed by the shock, tortured by the unknown, angered by the decision.
There is no true understanding.
Frantically looking back, searching for the reasons.
Hindsight makes it less obscure.
Why certain actions were taken, behaviors explained.
Underlying issues festering beneath the surface.
A parasite sucking out the life, the light.
Leaving only darkness with no way out.
No way out.
But one.
About the Creator
Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Comments (5)
Very sorry for the loss of your colleague. The buoy imagery is an apt metaphor for the grieving experience. Very powerful poem!
Iām so sorry for your loss. This was such an intense and powerful piece, really makes one reflect.
Please accept my deepest condolences for the loss of your friend.
Very powerful. I feel the intensity in your words. Such a heavy topic yet your words flow with grace and ease. I am so sorry about your friend.
Oh, shivers on my neck! So sad and unfortunate only one way out was found. I'm sorry.