Waves in and out crashing against the hardened shell
of a woman lost in a world between cheer and grief
toying with her emotions like the wind plays with her hair
the glimmer of tears hammering briefly behind her eyes
as if ready to let the gushing waterfall of deep woe flow out
into the endless rivers filled with droplets
of a forgotten past.
Oh my child, where has time gone to?
Teasing grief always sitting stifling a giggle
behind its hand, ready to lure me into
the dark pond of grief, where familiar shapes
fill my mind, reminders are strewn across
haplessly as I cling onto a twig
only for it nearly ready to collapse under pressure
of the forceful river that carries
my every emotion into the rolling
carpets of a time gone by.
Oh my child, oh my child
thousands upon thousands of tears were shed
for you, still thousands upon thousands of tears
await to spill, forgive me lord
for my weakness, my fragile state of mind
how I wish upon a star and wish I could
have held you…
except you are safe now.
safe in the arms of Jesus
whilst teasing grief sits on my shoulder
toying with my fragile emotions
should I weep? should I not weep?