
Today I have drawn together some wonderful poetry on grief.
On Those Days
The first is by Donna Ashworth. So many people I see for counselling are hard on themselves and forget to give themselves the love the one they have lost would give them. This poem is a reminder to honour the one you loved by loving yourself.
On those days when you miss someone the most,
as though your memories are sharp enough to slice through skin and bone,
remember how they loved you.
Remember how they loved you and do that, for yourself.
In their name, in their honour.
Love yourself, as they loved you.
They would like that.
On those days when you miss someone the most, love yourself harder.
How Long Will You Stay?
This one is by Ullie-kaye and addresses the question of how long grief will stay. The answer is forever, not as bad as this, but still some of it. And Grief reminds you of the new way you must find to live.
Me: How long will you stay?
Grief: for as long as you love them.
Me: Will I always be sad?
Grief: a part of you, yes.
Me: What about the other parts?
Grief: they will find a new way.
Me: A new way for what?
Grief: a new way to breathe
To laugh
To walk
To wake up
To create
To experience nature
To see the world
To be courageous
To hear music
To carry hope
To speak their names
A new way to love from a nearby distance.
Keep Going
Adrian Grief Support wrote this wonderful piece:
Grief can be a very surreal experience, a forced march through a landscape that is frightening, lonely, and utterly bewildering.
You feel like you are slogging along, stumbling really, unnoticed by the rest of the ordinary world while trying to adjust to your new normal, where every step feels uncertain, and your eventual destination is unknown.
Nothing feels normal about the void left by the absence of someone deeply loved.
The adjustment to reality after a significant loss is often a slow and extremely difficult process, taking months and years of gradual acceptance, not days or weeks.
It’s like learning to walk again on an uneven path, where each step forward is reluctant and suffused with the memory of how things used to be.
In this new reality, time itself seems to warp and bend. The world continues its relentless pace, but for the bereaved, it feels like every movement and decision requires a Herculean effort.
Keep going, even though it’s tough right now and you’re really tired.
The path you’re on is awful and feels never-ending, but there’s a point further along where things get a bit easier.
You can’t see it yet, but there’s a place up ahead where the pain starts to ease. As time goes by, you’ll begin to remember the good times more than the bad, and the love you shared will start to outshine the hurt you’re feeling now.
Just keep going, my friend.
The One
This final piece if by Mary Anne Byrne and is a beautiful cry from the heart:
‘The One’
You were my soulmate, my happiness, my life, the one that believed in me, in you I found strength
You were the one who gave meaning to my life, you gave me purpose and a reason to live.
You were the sunshine in all my waking hours, my light, my go to, my guardian and my guide.
You were the one I could always rely on, together nothing fazed us, we were confident and strong.
You were the one who made me feel safe, my stalworth, my protector, my anchor and my rock.
You were the one I could always turn to, your love and support I could always count on.
You were the one who could always make me smile, even on those days when life seemed a little hard.
You were the one that I loved with all my heart and will continue to do so, for the rest of my life.
A Widow’s Story
The last words on this subject are from a client who was happy to share her words with you. Her name is omitted and some details have been changed to give her privacy.
It was 14 months ago and my life fell apart. I lost my husband to cancer.
We had been together 47 years.
He was my soulmate, my confidant, my partner in crime, my best friend. He was my everything.
After he was gone I felt my life had not purpose. There was no joy. I had lost all hope. I found myself drowning and a raging see of grief and loneliness.
My doctor suggested antidepressants. They didn’t help.
I joined a support group. They were friendly and we shared our pain, but it didn’t give me back my purpose, joy or hope.
I wanted to heal and move on. I just didn’t know how. I was stuck in a dark hole and couldn’t see any light.
There was nothing to live for. Nothing to look forward to. Life was very bleak.
I had a loving family and plenty of friends. They all cared for me. They visited me, called me, invited me out, made sure I had plenty of human contact. But I still felt alone and isolated.
So I visited a counsellor.
I learned that what I was experiencing was not unusual. In fact, it was what many grieving people experienced.
I wasn’t mad after all. Nor was I depressed.
I was just grieving.
Being able to talk to someone who understood but wasn’t dealing with their own grief at my husband’s death. They were there just for me.
That felt so nice.
I didn’t feel guilty taking up her time.
I thought I would be given tasks to do and be told to get on with it.
Instead I was given understanding and a space being held for me to be and express all the range of emotions I was feeling.
I started to feel more at peace. Things were starting to make sense.
I started to feel I could be me again. Not the same me as before, but me all the same.
I learned that the me now, the me changed by grief, would be the new me.
I came to understand that grief had led me to feel weak and ineffectual. On my own was a daunting thing. Without my husband I felt so weak.
But I learned I was strong and I could survive this. I could learn how to be on my own after so long. I discovered strengths I didn’t know I possessed and started to feel less overwhelmed by daily tasks.
I realised I was healing and growing. And starting to feel joy and gratitude. I even started to find meaning in my life.
I still miss him. But I know that I can survive now.
I would recommend anyone going through grief to see a grief counsellor.
Can I Help?
If you would like to talk to me about how I can help you with your grief, please contact me on 0409396608 or nan@plentifullifecounselling.com.au
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