Loss

It hits you like a ton of bricks.

Sometimes expected, sometimes not.

Overwhelming in sudden and young.

Is lost ourselves or the one we grieve?

Into a rocky wilderness, we feel alone.

Not caring if others notice the tears.

Or hiding behind the rocks of grief.

Surrounded by an unknown horizon.

Mark it, use the rituals in a barren land.

Sing the songs of old, make it a marker,

You have been here, you were lost.

Until one day the landscape changes.

Ever so slightly, you see, know it,

You were not lost, just finding a way.