Grief
written by: Shreya Sharma
Grief is waterlike
A lachrymose vessel that drips,
a waterfall.
It gradually slips off your skin,
ascends in the form of a single wave of thought
and flows unto your chest.
There, it takes a whole life like a tsunami,
penetrates the inside of the veins
and builds a home of itself, uninvited.
Grief sits unsettled on your mind
as a bar of soap on your skin,
steals its stillness and brings flames.
A shred of my leafy heart cut in pieces.
My heart responds to the grief
what a sapling does to abrupt winds.
It flattens itself, stands firm.
My heart coils itself
and my arms roll themselves to the centre of my heart,
there it strikes a tap. A peaceful tap.
Peace. And falls asleep.
Shreya Sharma is a Business Research professional working in India. She has been published in a couple of poetry anthologies published by Blue Rose Publishers and contributed to digital literary magazines such as Indian Periodical, Calm Down and Freeverse. She loves reading books, writing poems and sipping coffee.
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