Grief Undiagnosed
Say It Plainly
A lifetime of anticipation,
waiting for the opportune moment.
It arrived at last
in a form I never could have imagined.
The usual colours are gone.
Everything is now black and white.
Monochromatic,
sad,
full of sand
from a past life
burying me completely.
My past life was simple, yet unattainable.
Now it's a struggle,
every second
intensified.
These tiny fragments
cut deep within.
Tears and anger intertwined,
yet they won't defeat me quickly.
I'll fight until my fingers bleed,
scraping the very ground beneath me.
Then I'll rise to the surface once more
to bask in sunlight, my sole hope.
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.
Sylvia Plath
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