
I carry the ocean
In this body
I am here
Swaying
Circling
Riding the ongoing tide of our
Ancestral journey
As wave after wave of grief
Lifts and rolls me
And I have realised
There is so much more to me
Than me
Here it is that I am flooding
In the place where the black pools of your eyes meet me
So happy to see me
After my neighbourhood wanderings
You are the peace I come home to
That restores me to
The ocean inside of me
As I remember how she danced
Around the streets alone
Standing in the milk bar
Not from home
And how all those years later
Her body lay rigid
As we waited for death to make its claim
It was too much for me
To stay
I had to break free
I could not remember you like that
But today when the vision came
I was undone with grief again
Are these sorrows ever truly done
Or do they just live on
Receding below the surface
Of body memory
Until the time comes once again
To summon them up
Examine
And set them free
Such an evocative piece. Perfectly sets out the grief struggle. I do feel like this so often.
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That just shows how universal this experience of grief is.. thanks so much for reading and sharing your own experience its deeply painful but deeply spiritual as well. 🤗
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