GRAVITY

Poetry time. It’s okay; I’m not forcing you to read it. You can choose. I’m also not forcing you to believe that this came from a real place either. That, my friends, is only half the truth. No, this one’s about grief.

It’s been on my mind. Nobody’s died. No-one in my family (as far as I know) has been diagnosed with a terminal cancer either, so this isn’t really about those things. It’s more about a feeling - a sort of inescapable sensation, that I think we’ve probably all faced at some point.

Anyway, I’m over-explaining it.

Gravity

I didn’t think it could happen to me

That this were my story to tell

It’s others, I thought, who were destined to be

In the pull of this gravity well

I’d never imagined the heaviest grief

Would sink to the pit of my soul

The upended stomach and shattered belief

As reality swallows me whole

The terrible mass of a pendulous moon

In its crater of horrid despair

It chokes every smile and it twists every tune

Through the silent and sorrowful air

I’m part of its orbit, I’m chained to its fate:

I’m caught by invisible rope.

And bound by the tears of unbearable weight

And the rhythm of fluttering hope