Grief is like the ocean,
It replicates the waves,
The tide goes in and out,
Each day we live in doubt,
Wondering if it will ever get better;
Apprehensive of the future.
One thing that we learn on the way,
Is that nothing and no one is here to stay,
The storm drags us without caution, to the brim,
Sometimes we drown,
Sometimes we learn how to swim.
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