Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only €10,99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Grief Has No Handles: Poems for the Brave of Heart
    Grief Has No Handles: Poems for the Brave of Heart
    Grief Has No Handles: Poems for the Brave of Heart
    Ebook80 pages29 minutes

    Grief Has No Handles: Poems for the Brave of Heart

    By Clarity Henderson

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    This collection of poems has arisen from over a decade of grief and life changes. Having helped both parents transition from this life, crossing the rainbow bridge into the next realm and grieving the additional cost to a marriage that crumbled under the grief; this period of time produced many poems along with the tears.

    The grief journey transitions us into new lives we never dreamed could hold such memories or feel so empty of the loving presences we once took for granted. Perhaps there are poems here to help others through the tough patches in life.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBalboa Press AU
    Release dateSep 8, 2021
    ISBN9781982291457
    Grief Has No Handles: Poems for the Brave of Heart

    Related to Grief Has No Handles

    Related ebooks

    Poetry For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related categories

    Reviews for Grief Has No Handles

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Grief Has No Handles - Clarity Henderson

      The Lonely Wave

      Somewhere out there

      In the deep blue sea

      Rolling along

      Pulled by currents

      Is a random wave,

      Pushed around the globe,

      Battered about

      Lost and yearning

      For the rocks, beach or person

      To crash into

      and stop,

      Just for a moment.

      Grief has no Handles

      There is nothing to grip on the wild ride

      When the soul is bereft and heart broken

      Aching like the surgeon slipped with his knife,

      As though there are no stitches or staples or clamps

      Big enough to hold the sides of the great divide together.

      When your body is being swirled around

      Tossed east and west by the tide

      There are no handles to grip.

      One moment cresting the wave and seeing the shore

      The next wallowing in the trough with no help in sight

      And nothing to hang onto.

      Grief has no handles

      When you are cast adrift,

      rudderless in this internal sea,

      In a tiny life raft, no one can reach

      Spinning out of control on swift currents.

      Washing moment after moment

      In the trough of searing loss,

      With no pills or injections to heal the pain.

      There is no hope to be found in the waters of grief,

      until the day you wake up and find it glassy,

      so calm, your ravaged face reflects back at you.

      Right there in paddling distance, is a shore,

      for a time, you float and watch it

      feeling the gentle swell moving you closer.

      Are you really ready to let go

      of this grief that surrounds and defines you.

      It’s been a wild ride to the depths.

      Slowly now the gentle undulations

      move you toward the shore

      By the time you get there you may be ready

      to feel solid ground beneath your feet.

      Or you can stay rocking in the swell,

      giving your wounded soul time is a choice.

      Grief has no handles to grip

      there is nothing to pull you out

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1