I
The world spins around
the axis of my grief. I
stand still, paralysed.
II
Indivisible
prime number, my grief is mine
alone to carry.
III
The end was peaceful
I feel no remorse or guilt.
Sadness eats my bones.
IV
It was the right time,
suffering eased, merciful.
I cannot regret.
V
Loss yawns, he’s seen it
all before, voids full of tears,
I refuse to drown.
VI
Soft bones of sorrow
float light on dark currents, a
tide of hidden hope.
VII
I drift onto the
shores of tomorrow, resting
in sands of solace.
VIII
The world spins around,
This time I reach out, ready,
for motion renewed.
Alex Grehy’s poetry and short stories have been featured in a range of publications worldwide. Her sweet life revolves around narrowboating, greyhounds, singing and chocolate. Alex’s best friend says of her vivid writing ‘For someone so lovely, you’re very twisted!
