If you asked me how I was doing
I’ll tell you what I would say
Grief is really messy
And it changes from day to day
Some days I am wearing a coat with many pockets
Each one is filled with mud
And sometimes it feels like I am drowning
In a pouring rain-caused flood
Some days I feel all tangled up
Unable to break free
It feels like my sadness
Is suffocating me
Some days I do see sunshine
Amidst the pouring rain
And it has this gentle loving way
Of softening my pain
Those days are few and far between
They might never happen again
So I take each good day, one at a time
And truly savor them
If you ask me how I am doing
I’ll tell you what I’d say
I am doing the very best I can
With all the changes grief brings my way
xo
Gabby
Your poem reminded me of the ritual & ceremony class you just held. The focus was on forgiveness of self and others. Yes, the jacket with many pockets filled with mud to represent the grief from our losses can indeed weigh us down. Your expression of seeing sunshine on some days I shall equate with hope. Hope that when the time comes whenever that may be, will lighten the load. The spring in your walk will return and the joy that you bring to others will come back to you. Sending you love and light.
You've perfectly describe how grief is and what it does! Thank you, Gabby!