Grief is an empty well,
where the voice of the beloved echoes
but cannot be answered.
Grief is the silent sky,
after lightening cracks open the heavens,
and thunder shakes the earth.
Grief is grasping,
for something you can no longer hold,
that is just out of reach.
Grief is heavy,
austere and grim as a Puritan zealot,
who sees joy as sin.
Grief, harsh teacher, bitter companion,
who steals the treasure of hope,
who must be endured, the consequence of immeasurable love.