Grief Attack

The sea is calm and tranquil; birds soaring in the sky. Sun glistening on the waves as the boats are sailing by. A gentle breeze felt on my cheeks as I step into the sand, the view bestowed upon me is looking very grand. A familiar contentment so near and felt within, peacefulness around me seems what today will bring.      

Alas, the sky has now turned black; the winds picked up the tide folds back. The birds have gone, ‘where have they gone’?  A fierce storm has come along. Rain starts thrashing down on me, huge waves extending high, dark thoughts are taking over me which beckon me to cry.

Time stands still for just a while, alone with my thoughts that I try to compile. Emptiness, loneliness heartache, despair, I’m sinking right now, so it’s time for a prayer. Can anyone hear me? I’m looking around; seeking some comfort, but none to be found. No hand to hold onto, tears fall from my eyes, I’m looking for answers within the deep skies. With sorrow, fear and heartbreak so true, Is there anyone out there to help me get through?

Presently, I fear no more, a surprise; the storm’s subsiding, the sky is getting brighter and the sea is more obliging. The birds back soaring in the sky and all sad feelings pass me by. I take a deep breath and wonder;… ‘What was that’?  It’s my survival of a grief attack.