Grief
By Allaina Goldson
Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance
Grief isn’t linear,
It’s chaotic at best,
It’s the unbearable pain ricocheting in my chest.
It’s like the flower losing its leaves,
Dried and wilted.
Grief is like the rose,
Hardening with thorns as it grows.
It’s the numb and empty feeling inside,
It’s the vines coiling around your heart,
Thorns piercing your soul
And anyone that comes close, ripping it apart.
It’s going through the motions,
It’s hardly living.
Grief isn’t easy,
It’s hard; unforgiving.
It’s the transplanting of a flower
From pot to soil,
It’s learning to stand on your own,
Learning to be brave when you’re all alone
Grief isn’t linear,
It’s disastrous and painful,
My flower is gone,
Consumed by the rampant fire—
Leaving nothing but ash in its wake.