The Grief Shadow
Feb. 7th, 2012 08:36 amGrief is a peculiar thing,
akin to a shadow--waiting.
Uncovered by light,
its darkness lingers,
clinging to this physical form
with unceasing, restless hands.
Light is at once--
a bringer of shadow
and yet-
an agent of its demise.
So, too, is the process
of grieving- playing over life
as light would-dancing with the
shadows of half-forgotten memories.
Tears are the water
that washes the slate clean,
leaving an empty void inside
That throbs with the absence
of those who were once loved.
akin to a shadow--waiting.
Uncovered by light,
its darkness lingers,
clinging to this physical form
with unceasing, restless hands.
Light is at once--
a bringer of shadow
and yet-
an agent of its demise.
So, too, is the process
of grieving- playing over life
as light would-dancing with the
shadows of half-forgotten memories.
Tears are the water
that washes the slate clean,
leaving an empty void inside
That throbs with the absence
of those who were once loved.