Grief 2

Grief, she will come to you
In a manner she will choose
Her stay is to her liking
Matters not if you refuse
She will become an insistent companion
Untiring and self possessed
She will lie with you in silence
Until you plead she give you rest
Grief, she will not guide you
That journey is solely your own
Many have claimed she misled them;
Some paths are just destined to be known
She worries not with reason
There is no propriety in longing or loss
What once was there is now missing
No use in calculating the cost
With her there is no judgment
She is not concerned with right or wrong
She has no use for consequence
Repercussion will only her stay prolong
She will not yield to bargaining
She has no need to settle a score
You may engage her in measures
Yet she is not less, nor is she more
Grief, she will come to find you
Her arrival inevitable, her presence ordained
She will wrap herself around you
As you surrender what sorrow has claimed

And I will stand by you steadfast
Until she goes from which she came

Grief stays with me
It has moved in and taken hold
Filling those parts of me once empty
With a sorrow piercing and cold
It does not speak when I address it
I question how long it will stay
I contest it, my challenged unnoticed
I attempt reason, only to be met with dismay
It makes me doubt those parts of me
That were once filled with confidence and light
It quickens my pulse, leaves me unsettled
Comes and wakes me in the night
I see it outline in the darkness
A shadow shades darker than black
Even in the morn, it dims the brightest sunlight
An eclipse that steals and wont give back
Grief it shapes me
Sinks silent deep into my skin
Swells my bones, bitters my breath
Turns all of my wanting into a sinister sin
I request its name; that I may call for mercy
I beg its icy touch to cease
I feel its building malcontent
And shudder under its ungratified release
Greif, my boon companion
I pull you ever closer to my chest
Surrender, I will give you surrender
If in turn I may find rest.

 

Time of Abundance

 

My time of abundance is waning

It is as absolute as a truth

So expansive, so gratefully yielding

A feeling reminiscent of youth 

 

It has wrapped itself around me

Engulfed me in its tide

It has reached within, without , with wanting

It filled, it receded , it promised, it lied

 

The degree of my copiousness is dampening

Yet, I am ready, barely afraid

My arms are tired of carrying

My thoughts, burned out and played

 

I welcome a bit of scarcity

I am meant to consciously let go

My angels, they have assured me

They have a plan, it course will show

 

It is okay, they hush me

“quiet yourself, and take breath

What you value will take on more meaning

What you love will not be put to test” 

 

Ah, my time of abundance is waning

That what was so expansive will soon end

Do you feel it?  Come closer

Let us see what degree of scarcity we can transcend