So, I am finding myself in the midst of a very intense grief and anger. The worst part is knowing that although it makes sense that I am feeling this (and in one way, there's a real sense of accomplishment in finally being ABLE to feel it) there aren't many people who understand the necessity of grieving over something that happened 40 years ago or why the feelings would be so intense never having had (thank goodness) the experience of having to store away raw, unprocessed emotion because you had NO resources to deal with them at the time. I just want to know I'm not alone this time around. I really appreciate being able to say this here knowing that someone will understand. Thanks!
And my apologies in advance, but I wrote another poem.
Flowing Grief
Welling of pain from an endless supply
Rage flowing alongside
I hated myself for having needs
I hated them for failing to fill them
Returning again & again through the effort was foredoomed.
Underneath the pain and anger, lies the fear,
the sheer terror of being on my own
Permeating the air, the food, the very light.
This torrent of anguish threatens to overwhelm.
I need a witness for my pain,
but dare not show it to another.
That vulnerability screams danger, poises me to flee.
But these feelings must be owned
Experienced
Grieved
Witnessed
Let to flow out of me
Leaving room to fill with life.
AG