Dear Grief

You're the gaping hole

In my once flawless life

The crooked eye in a portrait

That just doesn't look right.

You're the word for an emotion

That can't be described.

A feeling so foreign

It feels like a lie.

You're the tears that I've worked

forever to hide.

Now, because of you

I'll never stop crying.

You're that feeling when love

has no destination.

They say death is the beginning

A new life. A celebration.

But I don't want to smile

When he can't smile back.

My heart beats with life

His? Stagnant and flat.

I'm jumping.

I'm flying.

I'm crumbling.

I'm dying.

You make me unstable.

I don't love you for that.

They say time heals all things.

But you're one thing it can't.

Dear Grief, how I hate you

But I welcome the hurt.

Cuz without it, I'd feel nothing

I'd be empty. I'd be dirt.

I'll miss him forever.

Life won't be the same.

But hope keeps on growing

It's a hope without shame.

I'm glad for the sadness

It proves I can love

Maybe grief's not as evil

as I once thought it was.

(I wanted to enter this poem into the ProseChallenge #67, but the entry fee was too high for me to afford. So, I guess I'll just post it on my own and hope that people enjoy it.)