Grief is a funny thing.
It makes the cool tile of the bathroom floor
A welcoming home to pour your soul all over.
It makes the darkness ebb and flow
Like the warmth of a bath on a cold sunny day.
It becomes the one friend left to hold you tight
Clenching the pulsing in your veins.
Reminding you through the flash backs
Of all the reasons you feel pain.
It all becomes so vivid and the sensations rush back
The knowledge of knowing that for you they won’t ever come back.
Everything runs a delicate and fine course
When Grief comes along exposing your worth.
©AyalaRain
To Make Your Day Sweet 