grief comes in waves  

 

stifles the breath

fills the head with mysterious grey

 

just the word alone

as if something unknown, too heavy

to be avoided at all costs 

 

but grief is the shapeless force 

that spills into every space, every void

guiding us forward on this cyclical wave called life

 

to fight it, to distract from it

is to prolong + overflow, holding up like a levee  

 

and we know what happens 

when a levee ultimately breaks