Re-discovery

From: Metamorphosis


Grief is an island of heart.
The isolated kind in the middle of a vast ocean,
where ships and crew are marooned
and all communication is cut off.

When I am in griefing,
I found myself feeling suddenly sinking.
It was as if some navigational point,
some stars
by which had made my way through the world,
had blinked off
and I literaly could not find my bearings.
And I feel constantly dizzy..........

But when my inner strength discover the island,
it likes the golden sunshine warm up its coldness,
And the day unfold in color..
I can see the ships passing by
And the whole set of crew waving at me.
The waves come to shore tickling my feets.....