Grief is a quiet thing.
Deadly in repose.
A raging horror, a thunder of abuse.
Tearing all that one has ever loved.
Fear-ridden and misunderstood
Ceasing a moment, and through the years
Returning … to destroy.
To curse all that is happy—
To threaten every beauty that is true.
It’s a quiet thing.
I read a lot … somewhere around 20 books a month on average. And I read all kinds of books. It shouldn’t be surprising then, that I’ll be sharing from my reading. Some entries will be short sketches of books that I’ve found to be helpful in dealing with grief and loss. Others will be excerpts from fiction and poetry and prose, as well as loss/grief books that I think perfectly capture an idea or emotion.
Like this powerful poem by Melba Colgrove from the 1991 book, How to Survive the Loss of a Love (written by Melba Colgrove, Ph.D., Harold H. Bloomfield, M.D. & Peter McWilliams and published by Prelude Press in Los Angeles).