Standing Still

Grief is an extraordinary force 

I am astounded by its magnificent power

It's unexplainable and an isolating prolonged event 

It cuts deep within and into the inner core 

There is indeed truth in that we come into this world alone and die alone 

Then there is also truth in that through loss one can experience solicitude even when surrounded by others who have experienced the same loss 

Grief is an entrapment, a tomb within a living soul 

It 'grief' strives painstakingly at the inner emotional cords 

It's soul sucking 

It makes life stop still, the living become the living dead 

In grief there is aloneness in that we long for and yearn for the dead, even when surrounded by the living

It 'grief' questions who we are as individuals  without the other 

The words, "without you there is no me," now makes sense. 

Eternal  love, echoes through the endless aching heart 

Vision of the visionary (the living dead) becomes distorted and stuck between past and present. To awaken yet again to the reality that the vision was only a dream, a mirage 

It 'grief makes us lose our senses until we become senseless 

The WE is the I because there is no WE. What we,  I feel can be explained a million times, but never felt by you in the same way 

One can belong to a family that has experienced grief- the one thing that binds them together is the loss of their loved one. Internally though, we stand still and remain all alone 

The self-discovery road is travelled in solitude,  until one is able to discover who they are without the other- the deceased  

Standing still ....