Early morning, late night,
I cry to understand the loss.
Fear and pain wash over me.
Drowning, I scream and gasp!
Grief is not a quiet thing.
Shredding all I’ve known to be true.
Ceasing for a moment, only to return.
Each reassurance peeling away,
Layers of darkness from the heart’s canvas.
Stripping away the shadows of
Trusting nature to cleanse my soul.
Painting life anew, with vibrant appreciation,
Oneself, an artist yet to be.