Analysis of Waves

Grief, like the ocean vast and wide,
Comes in waves, a relentless ride.
One moment calm, then the next a storm,
A heart once whole is now torn.

The waves recede and they flow,
Bringing peace, then delivering a blow.
With each wave a memory crashes,
In my mind lightning flashes.

For each wave that pulls us down,
Also bears us up or we drown.
So I’ll let the waves come and then let them go,
Let them carry me high and then low.

A moment to breathe, to remember, to mourn,
To gather the strength to face the morn.
For in their rhythm, a healing song,
A reminder that, in time, I’ll grow strong.