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.