Early Grief mimics a dark roller coaster stalled on the bottom track.
Seemingly, we are half crazed, with no hope of coming back.
But eventually, the seconds, minutes, hours do move into days.
We begin the healing process attempting to find our own way.
Struggling, we crawl up the tracks striving cautiously to make the hill.
Only to lose our balance, sliding backward to the bottom of the track, still.
The word, indescribable, marks this early road of horrific grief.
As we continue to live our life in total disbelief.
We have stalled and are imprisoned at the bottom of the track,
but, in time, our eyes will see more clearly, the possibility of coming back.
Journeying onward in our grief, we tend to sway on the track somewhat.
But we are in denial, the acceptance of our loved one's death is not.
Exhausted to a point of pure insanity as we live through the horror of our nightmare.
Over and over, we make this one and only statement, "It just isn't fair."
Swinging this way and that as we spin and whirl around.
But no relief or peace for our ongoing suffering to be found.
Months do finally and surely flow quietly and sadly into years.
We now have often faced those demons of our worst fears.
And we no longer remain stalled at the bottom of the track.
This long roller coaster ride has assuredly brought us back.
But forever is our grief and pain; thus never to have a choice, until
Our life on earth is over, and glorious eternity shall be fulfilled.