This is a poem I wrote recently. I don’t pretend to be a poet, but I’m challenging myself to share more of what I create – so here you go!
Grief came by again today,
I asked how long it planned to stay.
I never left, it replied,
You seem to forget I’m by your side.
I don’t forget, I declared,
You leave and I’m no longer scared.
Of memory moments and bursts of pain,
That you bring forward again and again.
Yes, those I bring I can’t deny,
But you ignore what else I try.
The memories that make you smile,
That bring you joy for just a while.
I bring them all, don’t you see?
It’s like you don’t recognise me.
What is your name? I asked in haste,
Too quick, for I knew to ask was waste.
That you decide, it replied,
All I do is stay by your side.
Some call me grief, some call me fear,
Some move too far away to hear.
Who I am is but your choice,
All I am is a little voice.
I pondered this, long and hard,
Though it pierced me like a shard.
For grief that I had grown to hate,
Seemed dearer to my heart of late.
For memories hurt, but taste sweet too,
They cannot help but be those two.
A stab of pain may hurt the heart,
But then I know we weren’t always apart.
What if I gave you a different name?
I asked grief, who still looked the same.
What name is that? It asked with care,
For to hope for better it would not dare.
I’ll call you love, I said with pride,
And pulled it closer to my side.
So I gave grief a different name.
Sometimes it hurts just the same.
But when it does, I can almost see,
The love that caused my grief to be.
Jenny Guilford – November 2019