This grief poem pays homage to the journey of continuing to live and seeking answers while keeping the sacred secrets that only the heart could hold. Though we may feel consumed by the losses we bear, there’s something still to live for: what we might find in the depths of despair. Maybe, it’s a way out (which is always only through, not around). Maybe, it’s something more than we could have ever experienced otherwise.
“I always believed that whatever had to be written would somehow get itself written.” – Seamus Heaney
I always believed that the words will come when given safe passage, and if something is having a hard time breaking through my armor, I lay on the floor and meditate and that usually clears the way for the message. This is what I did for this poem, for I had no idea what I wanted to say, only a feeling that it had something to do with grief.
The word lost floated by, so I laid down and tried not to think. And so, this grief poem came to be: it’s about feeling both lost and found at the same time, somehow, because your heart knows something that you just can’t. You’re both in the dark and pledged to the light. You ask a lot of questions, but you try not to get swallowed up in their wake.
That’s kind of what grief feels like to me.
When I have not dealt with my shadows at night, they haunt me during the day. Where I cast out my anger or avoid my sorrow, I’m brought down with it because I’m just too connected to what needs to be healed. That healing, by the way, could take a lifetime. To be honest, I am okay with that, but that’s the courage talking. I don’t always feel so capable.When we encounter the broken parts of ourselves, may we have the courage not to turn away. There's surely something worth discovering between the seams. Click To Tweet
When you accept that this healing path is yours to walk, and you give up fighting and go out searching, you’ll find a lot: you might even find yourself.
Lost and Found Again, a Grief Poem
Grief is not my burden to bear,
but an anchor in love that I’ve learned
to lower gently in a sea of despair.
Thrown over with haste, too sure,
and I am thrown too.
I am humble when I hold it.
I let it take my rage and turn it into perfume.
It’s a secret peace treaty that I signed
with the moon.
Otherwise, the tides would throw me too.
Oh, how I dream of listening to you.
Walking back, no shoes,
I feel you in each step.
Still, I can’t touch your face,
no matter how many years I have left
I feel so lost,
so found with each breath.
I almost don’t know
how to live without what I’ve known
because it just stays with me
wherever I go.
I wouldn’t wish to change that—no,
I don’t wish for the unlived life
when I already have one to live.
Some days, I admit,
I would like to walk out the door,
go looking for traces of you.
Maybe, I’d find more.
Or even, something entirely new.
So, if you ever come looking for me,
but I’m somewhere out in the world,
I hope you’ll stay awhile.
Be patient with me.
I might be honoring my treaty
with the moon, but
I left a candle
in the window
of my heart
so I could find my way
Please share your favorite lines from this grief poem, any heartfelt sentiments, signs of love, what keeps you going, and any stories of healing with me in the comments.
Keep the love going; send this grief poem to someone to let them know you honor them.
If you know what it feels like to lose and be lost, I honor you and what you’ve been through. Maybe, your love for them and their love for you will be reflected in everything that you do. If you go out to search, to question why and wonder at life, leave a candle in the window before you go, for when you’re ready to come home.