Grief is a wondrous thing.
You’re thinking, “Yeah. I’m all right. I can handle this.”
And then grief leaps out at you from behind a bus stop or under a bush,
teeth barred, claws bared,
and takes a vicious swipe at your heart.
And for a moment the world closes in on you
and you can’t think or move or even breathe.
And then it passes.
They say time heals all wounds but they’re wrong.
Some wounds remain, you just learn to live with them.
And hope that somehow makes you stronger.