Grief is like a ocean
And I stand on the beach
It's starts out calm
And then strikes the storm
The waves crash so fast that I'm drowning
The water is so cold I freeze
but I can't move an inch
I struggle to breath but it just keeps coming
Then it slows
I catch a breath
And then another
The waves are slower now
Smaller too
They're still cold
But they only really hit every now and then
The beach isn't calm
But I can manage
YOU ARE READING
We All Grow Up
Poetryi started this collection of thoughts and feelings before i had really grown up. legally i'm supposed to be grown up now, but i'm still writing. i think it's going to be a long time before this collection feels complete, and i feel grown up.
