I wrote this yesterday. It helped to get some of it out.

The grief I feel, sometimes like a breathing being

Palpable, pulsing, harsh

A knife that twists and turns

Leaving a hollow, empty space

The love I felt was real

longing to hold, to touch

Loss leaves an ache so strong

my tears fall like rain

failing to purge my broken heart

leaving numbness through the pain

Breathless, clinging to life

fighting to dream

I stand, shoulder the weight

It settles and shifts

Heavy, dense, and thick

Sometimes I fall

stumbling and lost

But, I still have hope

And a Mothers love

Strong, steadfast, and depthless

I find strength

To stand, to stay

To live