Grief Undiagnosed

A lifetime of anticipation,

waiting for the opportune moment.

It arrived at last

in a form I never could have imagined.

(Straining for another line.)

The usual colours are gone.

Everything is now black and white.

Monochromatic,

sad,

full of sand

from a past life

burying me completely.

My past life was simple, yet unattainable.

Now it's a struggle,

every second

intensified.

These tiny fragments

cut deep within.

Tears and anger intertwined,

yet they won't defeat me quickly.

I'll fight until my fingers bleed,

scraping the very ground beneath me.

Then I'll rise to the surface once more

to bask in sunlight, my sole hope.