The Sound of Grief

“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It’s not so much that grief cannot speak, its moreso that all it does is scream.

So much so that I’ve learned to block it out,

Allowing the days to drown it in monotony and routine. But then there are the times it feels like it’s drowning me.

Holding my head beneath the waves,

Allowing them to crest in my lungs,

over and over, until finally, there is reprieve.

The swelling of a monsoon that drags everything with it.

The peace of a moment before destruction.

A shallow breath before it all comes crashing down.

That’s what grief speaks like, it’s what I hear all the time.