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.
