The Grief Stone

A jagged sharp stone

Of grief

Lodged itself in my heart

On the day you died

Every thought I had

Every breath I took

Scraped and cut

Pierced and hurt

Countless tears fell

Unstoppable

In response to the pain

Of losing you

Each tear

Was like an ocean wave

Mighty and powerful

Upon my heart

I wondered if it was possible

To drown in my own tears

To be pulled under the waves

And never resurface

The waves

Were commanding and relentless

Washing across my heart

And the grief stone embedded there

Ever so slowly

The sharp edges

Began to lose

Their jaggedness

Each pounding wave

Was transforming

The grief stone

Not drowning the heart

Jagged edges smoothing

Memories no longer

Piercing the heart

So deeply

The waves still persist

Not as frequent

Nor as intense

But they still come

The grief stone

Will never be dislodged

It has permanent residency

Within my heart

But each wave

Continues to transform it

Buffing and polishing the stone

Into something gentle and peaceful