Waves Poem by Monica Money

Grief is like the ocean,

Where the waves come in tides.

Sometimes it's big.

Sometimes it's small.

But it's there

Breaking away into groups.

Waves after waves.

Then when you think it's over

It comes back,

But worse than ever.

Till a cloud appears.

Where's the sunshine?

As the storms grows

So does the dark-blued eyed waves

It smashes, hammers, and then tears apart.

But then something happens.

The waves turn

Like the color of the blue sky.

What was dark blue

Was now a speck of light.

Dark monstrous storms was there.

But grief is like the ocean

And just like the ocean

It disappears.