To lose someone of whom you care. -The loss, the grief, the utter despair. Bereavement the feeling of nothingness, Can also seem like a cyclone of pain; there's nothing else that can compare. It's like the bleakness of a winter's night, The bitterness of a cold wind's bite, The punishments of a volcanic eruption, The swiftness of the tsunami's destruction, The thickness of a fog's blindness, The loneliness of being at sea, unable to see any land in sight, On a stormy night. A strike of lightning straight to your heart, shattering it into thousands of pieces tearing your very being apart, Like the rumble of thunder, a warning of lightning drawing nearer, The memories are a reminder, like a mental trigger. Then the grief rises like tidal waves as its attack commences As it crashes down and you lose all your senses, Knocking your socks off and the air out of your chest, As your legs give way from being emotionally drenched with stress. A tropical rainstorm of tears comes flooding through your eyes, As you realize that you have to say your final goodbyes. Grief, an emotion of utter destruction, just like an earthquake's shake, Causing everything in its wake to crash and break, Trembling from top to toe from waves of shock, The loss washes over you like an aftershock, Leaving you feeling just like a pile of rubble, You're exhausted, emotionally spent, in a mental muddle. Yet there's no escape. You can't be saved, Like a forest fire, it keeps raging, its flames blazing and depraved. Every nerve, every corner of your brain, every single tiny little vein, Like a burn, the pain of the loss pulses Causing physical palpitations in your heart as you recall the memories, remembering and reminiscing, Like whirlpools, the thoughts swirl and whirl when you realize that someone's missing, The reality of the situation psychologically tears you apart. Grief's path seems and feels as destructive as mother nature's natural disasters, Yet after a storm breaks, then the calm cools to close and open chapters new and old, As the destruction heals and the wounds seal, the memories will live on, however, grief is like volcanic lava. It can lie dormant in the background, Sort of like being in the lost and found Until it erupts, the grief reappears to restart. You strive to find the drive to fight to continue But, like a volcanic eruption destroys everything it runs into The grief will once again consume you. Mother nature's anger causes natural disasters to tear the earth apart, Grief does the same, leaving emotional scars and a lasting hole in an already breaking heart.
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Grief Vs. Mother Nature
By Sarah Cope
BIO-
Sarah is a novice child and adult fiction writer whose poetry is featured among the best internationally. At thirty, she resides near the heart of the UK in Worcestershire, surrounded by the rolling hills of the Cotswolds countryside. Her menagerie of rescued animals appears in her children’s books. "The Adventures of Patchy Poos" is the series of mischief and antics of Patch, her six-year-old Jack Russel, and his crew. Sarah has achieved managerial positions through hard work and due diligence. Life changed for Sarah when a chronic illness forced her from her career as a manager in the hospitality industry. During the first twelve dark months, Sarah’s social lifestyle became a distant memory, relationships broke down, and she fell into a deep depression. As a survivor of domestic violence, writing became Sarah’s savior, despite her dyslexia. With the support of friends and family, she wrote and published "Strike1 Strike2 Strike3 I’m Out".
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