Between the Waves

Photo by Matt Paul Catalano on Unsplash

I have lived between
the tides of grief and grace—
pulled toward the depths
one moment,
lifted by light the next.

Some days, sorrow arrives
like a storm-driven sea,
cold and relentless against my shore.

Other days, grace finds me quietly—
in birdsong,
in sunlight on water,
in the simple act of carrying on.

I no longer fight the currents—
I let them shape me;
let them teach me
that healing is not the absence of grief,

but learning how to float
between the waves.

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Written for my prompt “the tides of grief and grace”.

Jo xo