I wish I could say it gets easier,

that I knew it wouldn’t last forever

But that’s the thing about grief,

no one knows its frequency

It just is..

It lives with you, within you

Beneath the surface at times,

day to day passing by as it

painfully weeps out with tears,

you never meant to cry

I wish I could promise that

it’ll soon go away.

They say time heals all..

If that were true why does grief

hit you harder each day?

Like life’s rollercoaster ascending

slowly, you begin to feel at ease

again until you reach its peak..

That’s grief, back so sudden,

uncontrollably forcing you back

down until you’re weak.

Enough to remember it never

gets easier, we just learn to deal.

We learn to heal.