Grief.
It feels like a big, hairy, beast
Has moved in with me.
It is constantly nipping at my heels
And won’t leave me alone.
I tried being patient with it.
It kept nipping.
The constant nipping made me angry.
And I raged against it.
It kept nipping.
I was busy with services and
Things that needed to be done.
Yet the beast was always there, always nipping.
And when I tried to ignore it,
It climbed on my back and held me down
Till I could do nothing.
Not even sleep, for it whispered in my ear all night.
So I lay down, with the full weight of the beast on me,
And cried.
And cried.
And cried.
Today, the beast walks beside me,
As if I have put him on a leash. He won’t leave my side.
It is as if he is my new partner, always with me.
Unpredictable, I don’t know what he will do next.
Is he to be my partner for life?
Or can he be tamed?
I can’t finish my poem.
Not yet.
