They say that everybody
wakes up to the same sun,
but grief will leave its rays
blistering your skin with
old memories that have
nowhere else to go,
leave its light blinding you
as you hide in darkness,
leave its warmth freezing you
as you shake, bones banging
in a pit of cold despair,

grief does not allow you to wake
to the same sun, but life lingers
and one day that sun will rise once
more for you, brilliant
and you will look out of your window
and smile again