So I am currently reading a book titled “Why has nobody told me this before? by Dr. Julie Smith. And today’s chapter was about grief. So, I ended up writing this short poem inspired from that one chapter while opening shipment boxes at work. It was a feeling of empowerment I felt while listening to the audiobook. How shortsighted I was about my own grief and growth? And how empathic I am to anyone else’s grief? I also learnt that there is no sequence to the stages of grief. Yes, they all exist, but literally anything can trigger any stage anytime. And that is normal. It does not mean I am weak. It only means my grief is real.
It is a great book and I plan to gift it to a few loved ones. Not at all preachy but insightful and relatable. Happy reading!
Sipping coffee under the veil of raindrops
I smell abandonment muddled with past
So, I smile at the tiny feet jumping in puddles
Yearning for who I once was.
Journeys are long
Choose a companion smartly, I was taught
So I chose myself
In the hope that grief will get tired of me one day.
Yesterday I was lonely
Swimming against the current in search of a hand
Today I am calm
Still swimming against the tide
Enjoying my own company.
Your absence broke all that I was
So I built a new me
This one still loves passionately
But guards the new me more fiercely.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 