Poetry Sunday: And So I Wait

And So I Wait



The waves crash in on me

and swallow me up.

Grief washing over my heart

and pulling me deeper into

the abyss of my profound sorrow.



And as I drown in this place

of never ending tears,

there is a void where I feel nothing….

Nothing but a stabbing pain where my heart used to beat.



The sun shines, but I only feel the cold shadow.

I wander aimlessly.

And I stand still not sure what I seek,

but maybe a way out of this dark hole.



But there is no escape,

only sad eyes cried dry.

And when the next wave hits

with a ferocious slam,

I am once again knocked to the ground

to start the drowning all over again.



And so I wait for the waves of tears to subside,

for the cries of anguish to lessen,

for the lump in my throat to release

allowing me to breathe precious air.



And so I wait for a break,

a peace, some solace~

          and so I wait

and so I wait….


For there is nothing else

              I can do as I try to go on

                with the loss of you.



©Donna Donabella 2017


This is the third poem I wrote when my Aunt Mary died recently (July 3rd).  She was laid to rest this past week, and the grief was back.  Loss is so difficult to deal with, but I have learned that I just need to allow the emotions to flow.  And grief always seems to come at me in waves.  I am doing better these days so perhaps some peace is coming.  You can read my tribute post to my aunt on my other blog.


I am joining  Poets United for their Poetry Pantry linkup.



I leave you with a another image about loss.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2017.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

48 Replies to “Poetry Sunday: And So I Wait”

  1. Indeed you do need to let your emotions flow. It feels sometime as if those tears will never subside. Your grief is strongly felt as I read your words.

  2. It’s true, grief comes in waves. We wait for it to ebb, as it does over time to something more bearable. Your art card with the quotation is very beautiful. Look at it often, read the words……….your aunt sounds like such a wonderful woman.

  3. I think the “waves” are the perfect metaphor for grief. It does come in waves. And it is part of it all, the loss, the pain. It is a journey and one you must walk alone. Feel all that you feel, and cry every tear. There is a book, I think it is A Grief Revealed, by C.S. Lewis, that was a good book for me. He tells about his own grief. I am so sorry for your loss of your Aunt Mary. My Mother told me, “in time it will be better.” But I thought, “what about right now”…there is no answer.

    1. Indeed Annell it is a lone journey….I plan to cry every tear. With other losses I have pushed the grief aside but that is not healthy….I will check out the book you mention and I agree, “what about right now”…the time for better is not at hand right now.

  4. I can certainly feel your loss through your words. I’m sure writing will really help deal with this emotion. I do hope you will be able to accept the grief in a different kind of way very soon. Peace and most of all light to you.

  5. Very sad. You have to ride grief like waves. I so sorry you have to through this. It is never easy. Lovely tribute to your Aunt.

  6. This is so much a mirror of my poem today … tears, icebergs, impact the deep end … and there does seem to be a thread of grief in so many of the poems today. Mine came from world events, aging, the giant iceberg leaving the Arctic and watching kids diving off the diving board at the pool! Grief at losing loved ones is almost always in my poems. Peace to you.

    1. I was amazed as well at the similarity of our poems….grief and loss are felt in both events and when we lose someone we love….and the feelings are much the same….it seems it is a time of grieving in the world.

    1. I was amazed by your words as these words and emotions squeezed my heart as I wrote them to the point I almost couldn’t breath. Your hug was felt.

  7. Yes. The maelstrom of grief is perfectly expressed in your words.
    It does ease I have found, but also comes back. Sometimes unexpectedly.
    Acknowledging and feeling that pain is all I have found I can do.
    Heartfelt hugs, oceans of caring are flowing your way.

  8. I have a friend who lost her son in a car crash several years ago. This poem would resonate with her.

  9. “And when the next wave hits
    with a ferocious slam,
    I am once again knocked to the ground
    to start the drowning all over again.”

    Powerful images. You speak true poetry.

  10. A poignant, beautifully rendered piece. I think that being perceptive to the stages of grief as we go through it – what triggers overwhelming feelings of loss and what soothes our soul – helps us … with time … to find our way to the other side. And you have done that, here.

  11. I think we writers are fortunate, because our craft allows us to pour out those feelings, back into that sea of grief. And each time, we do so, it becomes more manageable. Never easy, but we have a place to go with it, that others do not.


  12. Grief is such a hard rock to be dashed upon, only who’s been through it knows. Even in this difficult journey, Tears & Words are with us, the healing companions. May you have peace Donna. Hugs.

  13. Loss is one of the hardest things to come to terms with, the tears are just the tip of the iceberg.

  14. So well described, and so very poignant too. I think anyone who has been through such deep grief can easily relate.

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