Stages of Grief: Understanding Death

Understanding Death


Death is abstract.

It comes in varying forms,

and sneaks up on you.


Suddenly, she appeared.


As the universe tells us,

there are signs everywhere.

Should I have known?


I couldn’t have.


She never shows her true form

until the damage is done,

the lights turn off.


The air is dry.


Now I understand that ghosts

are real, and they mean

no harm or sorrow.


I feel it anyway.


Though body is ash

and stored away,

my love will not die.


I know he is with me, always.


This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741