Today, I am filled with grief.

It washes over me in waves,

crashing over the dips and sways;

foaming at the lips.

I tighten my grip on grace and pray that eventually, I will get away.

But the ocean craves all of my peace

and so I stay,

trapped in the midst of missing you.

Some days I am an escapee;

searching for refuge from the memory.

But most days I am encompassed in

the thick of it.