Grief is a curious thing.
You dip in and out.
A boat at the will of the waves,
Cresting before dropping to a valley and climbing again.
In and out. Up and down.
Back and forth goes my heart.
Doubting, then, trusting. Questioning, then, releasing.
A heart hardened seems safe, but it’s all lies and hollow lives.
A heart softened suffocates on silenced prayers.
I struggle to surrender.
Daily, I fight to bow my knee.
Who will be King? You or me?
The Grief Diaries is a series on grieving. Written with words from real journal entries so others will know they are not alone. I share because I know the power of “with” and hope you can experience it too.