It comes in waves.

Grief, I mean.  And growth.

It comes in waves.

Waves of overwhelmed-ness,

Of peace and understanding.

Of connection, or some isolation.

We isolate, we all do.  We carry our burdens alone;

She did

We never learned how to talk to one another,

Or really: how to trust one another.

I wish I could build a boat to keep us all afloat.

But, I guess then we’d never really learn how to swim.

This year, for me, has been about learning to swim.

I’ve been just-barely-not-drowning for so very long.

Had to jump out across the ocean to find a new place to start.

I’m still really just starting.  Finding my way 

Through the waves.