A broken heart grieves for the lost, just as though they had died. For a piece of them will be lost, forever, to us. That relationship will never be the same; you may move on and become estranged friends, talking only when the two of you remain in a room, and even then, you’ll spend most of your time starting at the paint on the walls or at your phone, desperately hoping someone will send you a quick text message. Perhaps you will become friends, and you will help each other stumble through lives. Or maybe you’ll win the lottery; you will become best friends, and you will have much the same relationship you before, sans fighting, romance, and the I love you’s that once used to punctuate your conversations.
A broken heart from a relationship grieves; mine grieves because it chooses not to grow bitter. Bitterness has no place in my life or my heart, I cannot find it in me to grow bitter. I choose to plant myself in the direction of happiness, towards peace, towards sunlight, towards the future.
The past, now, seems insurmountable, but then again grief is not a mountain that can be climbed and conquered over night. Grief must be taken in steps, not in strides. The mountain of grief may crumble and I may slide down the rocky sides and end up in bloody contusions along the way, but I will have tried to reach the top of my grief.
For it is only when we reach the peak of our grief that we may look about and see which way we may head next.
“Grief
A life altering tragedy
Involving permanent impression
And unselfish love for mankind
Undying memories etched in the minds
Limited explanations arise
As people leave and grief unfolds
Unfurling as sure as the tears
Ringing, falling between peals of laughter
Consoled by sleep and restless dreams
Closure will come to all,
If that’s what you’re after.”
