It Comes In Waves

It comes in waves, flowing in and out, following the rhythm of the current. It crashes over me, and the waves are always cold. They freeze and they numb me, everytime they hit ; deep within my soul.

I feel it, and I’m forced to stare it right in its eyes.

The grief; that is all I’m left with in place of you.

The memories now hold sorrow, instead of joy.

It will always feel empty, and I will always have this void.

This black hole, where my love for you is forced to sit, but on occasion

Spirals out of control.

Even in your death I am helpless.

Look at this mess, it was never supposed to be like this.

We were born overcomers and chain breakers, it was our destiny. But for now it will just have to be my own.

Sometimes I get so angry, because you’ve left me alone.

But then in a moments time I realize, this only comes in waves.

And there are seconds when the ocean retracts and leave me to myself…that I am reminded storms only last for so long. That the warmth I feel when the waves are gone, will surely get me through the next one.