Grief

Thrown down
Sea foam suffocates
Eye of a storm-fuelled wave

Out here
I am no one
No thing
Held only
By The Absence

The cold wind
Strips me bare
Til I am reduced
To a grain of sand

Left to sit
For eternity
Until at long last
The forest
Calls me

To sit among
Its understory
Carpeted in blue bells
Dripping in afternoon light

A place where my grief
Can become
The sun that
Warms my back

​And the moonlight
That shows me
A path home.