Grateful For Grief - The Poem

Grief came for me
It took my mind away from me

Grief came for me
It stole the air from my lungs
After my only son.......hung...... then swung

Grief came for me
It ripped through my soul with guilt
Dug tunnels with no hope of ever being rebuilt

Grief came for me
Hard, immediately and repeatedly
Working to transform me

Grief came for me
Suggesting two highways of geography
One path filled with a lifetime of torture
The other with universal prosperity

Grief came for me
Without much fight left
To live, I knew I had to trust my higher consciousness

Finally, with my submission and permission

Grief changed me
Its magnificent power completely devoured me
As if it couldn’t live without me

Grief changed me
Into a writer in love with pen and paper
Desperate to unleash my thoughts
Where they were sacred

Grief changed me
Into a sponge absorbing spiritual suicide knowledge
Instead of old religious colic

Grief changed me
Into a fearless investigator of the unknown
A world of new experiences brought me home
To new truths about death and life
That now lives
Under the direction of my how I speak and write
Profound sonnets delivered directly to me
By the highest expression of my God Me

I cry when I need to
I scream when I have to acknowledge how much I still miss you
You chose what was best for you
I choose to live abundantly without you

I now follow the soft whisper
That encourages me to give praise and homage
For a season that almost killed me
Then added fuel to what now propels me
To constantly be
Grateful For Grief
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