a message to a friend on grief

When the ground gives way beneath me and the darkest depths become my resting place,

Sit with me there and rest with me a while.

I’ll rise when strength re-enters my limbs.

When I am overboard and the waves beat and batter my body,

Wrap me in a jacket of life and leave my frame to be tossed to and fro’.

Don’t break yourself pulling me to dry land, for I will find the shore when I am done drowning.