The Endless Sea: grief poetry
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"Trauma forges you into a force that never chose to be reckoned with".
The Endless Sea is a deep-dive into the vast ocean that is grief. It poetically examines three very different types of grief: grieving the dead, grieving the living, and grieving the self. No emotion is left unwritten, no stone is left unturned. Riding the r
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The Endless Sea - Stefanie Briar
Chapter 1
grieving the dead
It comes in waves
that never break…
How dare the sun rise.
How dare the stars shine.
How dare the sky not fall into the sea.
How dare the earth not split its seams
and swallow me where I am standing.
You. Are. Gone.
How dare the world continue to turn.
Missing you will be the end of me.
This is dry land,
but grief is the endless sea,
and I am drowning.
That first night, I screamed.
I shrieked and wailed into a pillow,
bloodcurdling cries suffocated
by fabric and feathers while I poured out
my rage, my despair, my unrelenting anger.
I had never felt like more of an animal.
And I realized it then: grief changes you.
It rewires the brain, re-helixes the DNA,
brands unfathomable pain upon the heart
until it is thick with scar tissue.
To miss you is to lose myself too,
to become a walking, empty husk,
forever captive to a heart that has
the audacity to keep beating
even though yours never will again.
Whatever humanity is left in me
leaks out in the places I store my pain.
I have never felt like less of a person:
screaming my way into grief
and dreaming myself away
to wherever you are.
The greatest paradox:
the weight of your loss
is the anchor around my ankles,
but the strength of your love
is what keeps me reaching skyward.
What could I have done?
You laid there cold and grey,
soon to be the ashes of your former fire,
and I wished I’d known what was coming.
How could I not have been there?
How could I not save what has saved me
more times than I could ever count?
I bargained, negotiated, lawyered, and
begged: you, myself, the universe,
and every force imaginable
for a do-over, a rewind, an hourglass flip
that would put everything back in its place.
But I clung on, uselessly and helplessly
to what had already slipped away.
And I prayed without praying
that I would one day be able
to forgive you for leaving
and myself for not knowing
it was coming.
Language does not properly convey
the intolerable pain of losing you.
I am:
Bereft.
Crestfallen.
Sickened.
Dejected.
Despondent.
Hopeless.
Melancholy.
Vanquished.
Morose.
No word could ever come close
to adequately describing how it feels
to endure the unendurable.
My heart? Broken.
My body? Numb.
My soul? Gone (flown away to wherever you are).
My mind is a tangled web of dark thoughts
and erratic emotions.
My mood vacillates between blind rage
and crippling depression.
Grief is a single word with a thousand meanings,
none of which do the subject any justice.
Grief is the endless sea.
There is nothing out ahead of me
but constant, churning darkness.
Grief is the endless sea.
There is no dry land on the horizon,
only new ways to drown.
Grief is the endless sea,
its current having its way with me,
mercilessly dragging me onward…
toward nothing
but more pain.
Grief is the endless sea:
the sun rising each day
on more invisible agony,
on new ways for the world
to no longer contain you,
on missed milestones
that become more links
in a neverending chain
of missing you.
You keep losing them
after you lose them.
It happens in small ways
and through little reminders
that they once were here…
hair left in a brush,
a handwritten note,
their favorite song,
the scent of their clothes.
Each of these discoveries
is its own aftershock-
a byproduct of the earthquake
that ended life as you knew it…
tiny, forked river funerals
that eventually flow
into the same endless sea.
Lately, every day
begins the same way:
I wake up okay
for a split second,
and then I remember
that you are gone.
I am whole for a moment,
and then suddenly
my heart is b r o k e n.
Your fire was my inheritance,
but I was unprepared for the violence:
the unyielding violence of the grief,
of the missing piece out of place.
Some days, it is screaming red
and bewilderingly mean,
bellowing its way out of me.
The storm inside is unleashed,
and my own palms are kissed
by the nail crescents of clenched fists.
And I hate absolutely everything
when I miss you this ferociously.
I yank at handfuls of my hair
and punch anything that will have me
until I leave my mark on something
and the sight of my own blood
returns me to myself.
The problem is
I always return without you.
I am a soul in ruins,
a house condemned.
Inside,
it is as though someone
turned off all the lights
then boarded up the windows
and the front door.
Nobody is home.
Nobody is home anymore.
The promise of someday
is enough to set my teeth on edge.
Someday, you will feel better again.
Someday, it will get easier
.
Someday, this will be a distant memory
.
Someday, you will no longer be in pieces
.
But today I am