My grief is like whirlwind, taking all my breath. Threatening to suffocate me, Since I was told about her death.
My grief is like a tidal wave, pulling me down under. Threatening to drown me, And rip my heart asunder.
My grief is like a great quake, that has shaken all of me. Threatening to crush me, From which I cannot flee.
My grief is like a mountain, which I know I have to climb. Threatening to let me fall, As my tears have made me blind.
My grief is like a fire, burning all around. Threatening to consume me, If I don't stand my ground.
But Grief, I will not let you win, For this would have made her sad. I will survive, remembering all of what we had.
