The Thief
by Michele T.
(Taylor, Michigan)
Grief
It sneaks up on you like a thief in the night.
It steals your joy and replaces it with tears.
Sometimes it is as if you cannot breathe.
It can consume your thoughts. It steals the life
right from you, leaving you paralyzed.
I must fight to not let it consume my entire being.
Now come the tears, one at a time and then like a dam
breaking flooding my memory with thoughts of those I have
lost.
Then the healing. The tears have cleansed and renewed me.
I can now bask in the warmth of the of the memories.
Memories of days gone by full of joy and happy times.
It is a new day.
