When Grief Hits - Diane Scantlebury

When there are no tears left
And you’re in that grey, twilight shadow place
Where grief finally hits you,
You busy yourself with the trivia of everyday
And the insignificant suddenly becomes important,
In the sadness zone
You’re sleep walking through the motions,
Not knowing where you are,
A fog of sorrow descends
Its heavy, cold arm drapes over your shoulder
As if to console you,
But brings no comfort,

When grief finally hits you
You’re vulnerable and unprepared,
Nothing makes sense anymore
So you stumble aimlessly,
Trying to break free
From the grip of the sad mist,
For in your heart you know
The sorrow can’t last forever.

Diane Scantlebury