Grief and Healing

A poem about the journey

grief doesn’t come once but a thousand times separated by seconds later by decades but it always returns

water runs from my eyes at unexpected moments from a tiny rustle in the leaves to the tidal wave that drowns me in a deluge of tears

today it rises in my throat but I step on it with a glass of wine or another brownie and I postpone healing

it was her kindness a free coffee refill at Cafe du Monde her seeing me for real I finally drop the shield and invite the wind of grief

and I move in my healing