We have many unwanted companions
As we walk this road of grief.
They gang up or come singly –
Will there ever be relief?
Fear keeps stalking stealthily
It jumps upon us unaware
Or walks beside us with its presence
To let us know that it is there.
Sorrow is our constant shadow
Pain is its closest friend.
Tears abound by streams and oceans
It seems they’ll never end.
Anger rears its ugly head
Some is defined, some not.
We thrash about quite wildly
In confusion we are caught.
Behind the dark clouds is some sun
Though we’re beset with doubt.
But we’ll tread this road with courage –
Some day it will come out.
~ Peggy Kind