Grief

By Cynthia Jilalo

We all experience it.

It comes whenever it pleases,

Today,

Tomorrow.

When it comes, we are hopeless.

The people we see today,

We may not see tomorrow,

That is how it is.

It comes like a robber,

Stealing souls.

Stealing the souls that are reaching for it,

Stealing the souls that are oblivious to it,

Stealing the souls that are scared of it,

Stealing the souls that do not know it

None of its heists is the least painful.

So what do we do?

Sitting and waiting,

That is what we should not do.

If it is not someone else,

It could be you.

So, share love,

Share happiness,

Be calm,

Be peaceful

And love.

By Cynthia Jilalo