All Good To Those Who Wait? Poem by Raihana Abdul Jabbar

Grief hands a heavy stone,
Carry it a while,
And you feel it's gone,
That's when you accept the finality.

Raging sea, or a thunderclap,
That's what anger's like.
There's a calm after the storm,
It's foolish, not permanent, though.

Happiness gives you wings,
You can't keep flying,
'Cause wings are tiring things,
And you know when you need to rest your case.

Surprise, shock, love, sympathy,
Seasons, the passing rain,
Thawing snow, flowing river.
They change, come and go.

Sadness, is like TB,
You know it's there,
Chronic, yet silent. Painful, maybe.
And you hope it gets cured some day.

What's unbearable, is worry.
The endless wait. The futile hope.
Insufferable heartache, no end to the circle.
It kills you. And you know it will.

All bad to those who wait, I might add.