In Grief's Grip

           

Like a prowling lion

Grief snatched me unexpectedly.

It shook relentlessly like prey

Hanging from its jaws.

My tears gushed.

I struggled to escape its grip.

To stop the tears and pain.

But the heartache continued.

For two days

It held me captive.

Gradually, the stranglehold weakened.

Gushing of endless tears slowed.

A semblance of normalcy returned.

After two years of grieving,

Its intensity shocked me.

But death after death continued.

Family and friends.

Each one ripped the scars of healing.

Thankfully,

Compassion.

Comforting words.

Prayers.

Soothed the wounds.

Held me close.

Strengthened and encouraged  me

For the long journey.