Grief. No adjectives exist to do it justice.
It is the darkness on a windy, frigid winter night;
The slow-burning ache in my soul that refuses to be extinguished.
It pounces out of nowhere-a word, a song, a long forgotten memory-and I am overcome.
It is the gut-wrenching sobs that come from a place so deep, I’m afraid I may never crawl out.
It fills the silence; it becomes the silence
Love, joy and peace are unattainable without first experiencing grief.
Every “hello” is a “goodbye”
Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not for years but it will attack each and every one of us when least expected.
The great dilemma lies within this:
Is love worth the pain?
I can choose to close myself off from joy and emotions to spare the end result,
But then….what is left?