Grief
It is that sneak thief , that creeps in to steal your peace and bring you a dose of pain. When you are not looking, it jumps out unexpectedly…or, you walk down the street at certain times, in slight dread, knowing it is stalking you, but helpless to stave off the inevitable attack…sometimes the pain is sudden after it bares its teeth and bites, sometimes you know you’ve finally been hit, yet the pain, the tears, follow slowly, though surely. And there it is, the weight in your chest , the memory you’ve been pushing away. And you stand helpless before it, and the pain washes over you in waves, and all you can do is withstand the gale, the torrent, until it finally recedes, and you are dripping and shivering in the aftermath, trying to get warm once more.
