The Comfort of Grief

 The comfort found in the feeling of sadness can never be found in joy

The solace of crying to sad songs is like playing with their favourite toy

The familiarity with grief is like finding their best friend in a crowd of unknown 

Tears are their peace at the end of every difficult day

Numbness is a sign they have grown


Maybe that's why one fears happiness

Because they're afraid of change

Perhaps they're scared to heal

Because the last link they have to what they lost is their pain


In every good thing, one finds the bad

Every memorable moment is destroyed because they constantly fear that something will go wrong

They can never seem to accept good things can last long

They wonder if they'll ever allow themselves to feel joy again 

If their inner child manages to find its way outside

Maybe they'll be happy then


But at the end of the day 

It's always the same songs

The same feeling of something going wrong 

So they don't let the wounds heal

Because the feeling of sadness is like a narcotic which for a while allows them not to feel

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Unspoken Words: Shadows that Silence the Flame

Standing amidst shards of shattered words Picking up every single piece just for her heart to be pierced over and over again Silence more deafening than the screams  That echoed moments before, Trying to stitch the relationship every unsaid word tore She wanted to say more, She wanted to scream, To shout But her voice was held hostage by fear of what might shatter next. Each moment of silence, loud enough to crack a glass Each moment of lingering tension, like walking on a tightrope If the silence breaks, So does the glass So does the heart So does she. For the silence is not her ally For these unspoken words lurk around like threats behind those pursed lips For these unspoken words are heavier than speech Behind those grinding teeth. She’s afraid. So she lets the silence linger, Like a shadow, Of the flame that is her. Unspoken words. They either break others Or they break her.
Read more

I'm Afraid.

 Afraid of nothing changing of being stuck in this loop until my very last breath. But I’m also afraid of the opposite of everyone growing up and growing apart. Of losing the comfort in the simplest things the ones that made me feel just a little warmer, a little closer to a home that never really existed. There’s this lingering melancholy like I’m watching life unfold from a distance, yet somehow, I’m still part of it, crystal clear and vivid. My thoughts are a mess but as clear as they’ve ever been. I’m scared of losing everyone, but even more afraid because I think I’ve already lost myself. I’m disassociating. I see blue, black, and red where I once saw clear shapes, defined edges, and light. I feel lonely, but not quite alone. There’s an emptiness inside me stirring quietly when no one calls my phone. I need people to feel grounded, yet I crave solitude all the same. My mind is always drifting, like a stray without a name. I find peace in books or...
Read more