Such a minuscule reprieve
A blink of relief
Before the wave of grief rises again
Blindsiding, capsizing, crushing from within
Dissolving our freshly-paved resolve
To finally be rid of the pain.
While you catch your stolen breath
While you release those captive tears
Remember the pattern of waves:
To rise, to impact, to retreat.
It is a passing catastrophe
A momentary disaster
The ebb and flow of healing loss
Opening vaults once sealed by despair
Where unresolved hurts can find release.
So dig your toes deep into the sand
Clench your fists as you raise your chin
Ride this wave as it floods through your breaking soul
Let it purge the sadness left in your veins.
The Therapy of Words 