Grief and love

The feeling of grieving

arrives in strange ways in the presence of love

knowing you have to let it go

that holding onto the thorns

just to gaze at the rose

doesn’t feel quite so good

a distracting red rose, the same hue as the tricking blood right under your nose

whilst it slowly rips out your tears

you also replay

version of the film you thought were near

but knowing that a dream is a dream that must stay a dream till it drifts away completely,

a slumber I may step out of,

the peace in all this

emotional and metaphysical purging

are the insights,

the revelations,

the phoenix and the ashes,

the transcending,

and the growing

I AM grateful for this journey these experiences have taken me on

for the clarity it brought about through the fog

for allowing me to finally rest from wondering around in a maze with a blindfold on

the peacefully heartbreaking

moments of my soul,

tearing through to a new light

i’m still very much within the soil

but I can feel the process of germination

my roots are burying and my crown is peaking

breaking lose

slowly travelling up my spine,

this liquid fire feels quite divine

and i’m loving and drowning deeper

sometimes I fall and slip through the rhythm of my grip

breath unsteady,

thoughts feel heavy

then I gently catch it again

I will always catch it again.