The rush of emotions
coming at me like a hungry lion.
I can’t breathe.
That is my only thought.
I can’t breathe and run.
Run so far and so fast.
But looking at me its not going to be far.
so I stay put.
Panicking and struggling to breathe.
I can’t breathe because I miss you everyday.
I think I’m past it but then something reminds me of you and then I am back with the lion.
That is what grief does.
It comes at you heavy and fast.
Hits you like a thousand baseballs.
and it never truly goes away.
You just learn to cope with it.