Grief is like an ocean of crazy waves.

It’s a vice grip around your entire core.

A dull, aching pain from which there is no escape.

And just when you think you can handle the pain.

It wakes you up in the middle of the night,

And it’s excruciating. And there is no relief till morning.

 

So you wait for the dawn.

For the light to come in through the eyes of the living.

For the hugs and kisses and the love of the ones you still live for.

Because you know you cannot drown in these crazy waves.

You have to keep swimming.

Even though you can barely breathe.