Grief is a very strange beast
Fighting you with tooth and claw
You fight back
Every fiber of your soul
On high alert
Eventually it sleeps
For while
For days
For weeks
For months
And then
One day
You tamed it
And then
One day
You think you tamed it
You let your guard down
You don’t watch over your shoulder
And when you least expect it
And when it is most inopportune
It pounces
Claws stretched
Teeth exposed
Ripping open wounds
Barely closed over
Only to go to sleep again
Leaving you the aching pain of scars
Poetry by Nathalie 