There is a
vast
depth
to being
alive.
at times,
the overwhelming,
all-consuming
nature of grief
is the scariest part --
selfishly, it's not always about
what has been
lost.
like fighting a tide
in an endless ocean,
there is a neverendingness
to feeling.
words of sympathy
plaster across the internet
to our skin,
roll down in torrents of tears
who are the words for?
tired eyes raise,
meeting iris to iris:
a lighthouse
amidst a storm.
