Some days, I simply awake with a sadness, a longing I can’t explain.
It’s not like I’ve had a bad day.
I’ve only just awakened.
Yet, the weight of pain creates tears that threatened to overflow.
I searched my thoughts to see if it’s a dream I may have had, a lack of sleep, or something that was said.
Some days, it’s just simply a feeling I must fight to see the sunshine again.
It’s not anyone’s fault.
I can’t find the one to blame.
It’s not a fitful night.
Yet, it’s like a fog that threatens to overcome my musings to darken my day.
I search for words that cannot be found and listen for comfort that cannot be grasped.
And then, I remember.
This is grief, an old but sneaky friend.
He slips in when you least expect it to settle into your morning routine like a weathered but comfy cloak.
Once his name has been revealed, I can open the blinds and let the sun beams warm my face and watch as it chases away the rain.
For grief isn’t here to crush my soul.
It is only here to remind me to feel deeply, to breathe slowly, and to focus my heart on what is to come.
And when Hope is what is to come, grief can no longer consume my exhale.
Penned – MG – 12/1/21
Those who sow in tears
Shall reap in joy.
He who continually goes forth weeping,
Bearing seed for sowing,
Shall doubtless come again with rejoicing,
Bringing his sheaves with him.
Psalm 126:5-6
I do not own or posses this song, except via Apple music.
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