Ripples Of Grief Poem by Haley Akin

A poem is a ripple
From a wave called grief
Never perfect with its order
But almost constant with its beat

One after another
I see them surge into the shore
Some can be seen clearly
But others vanish just before

If they only slightly touch
I hear a whisper of a rhyme
I don’t even try to write them
Because they'll build if given time

The strong ones crash against me
With a force that makes me write
Once down they then recede
And give me peace for just one night

No matter what I try
The waves they never truely cease
The ripples always changing
Small expressions of my grief