It’s low tide. I’m out of reach.
I reach out and find connection.
Two waves forward.
I learn I have been grieving,
The learning overwhelms.
One wave back.
I share my grief with family,
I share my grief with friends.
Two waves forward.
My life turns upside down,
New challenges stop me.
One wave back.
I write my truth,
I share it widely.
Two waves forward.
Home and work are gone,
I have to find my way.
One wave back.
The whole world has to stop,
Connections are made online.
Two waves forward.
Christmas alone and hurting,
Let down by a friend.
One wave back.
A free session with a therapist,
Weekly appointments arranged.
Two waves forward.
Huge changes in my life again,
Unsettled and upset.
One wave back.
Face to face connections are made,
Women like me locally,
Two waves forward.
Growing up, growing older, moving on,
An unexpected grief,
One wave back.
My community is there,
The women like me are there,
My new friends like me are there,
I chant with women like me,
I meditate with women like me,
Two waves forward and the tide keeps rising, carrying me with it.
Anonymous
