The Anatomy Of Grief Poem by Lenisha Rangsa

Grief is quiet,
Grief is loud,
Grief is the silence that screams in a crowd.
Grief is sudden,
Grief is slow,
It stays long after you've watched them go.
Grief is memory,
A shadow dressed in yesterday's smile.
Grief is heavy,
Grief is numb,
A wound that forgets where it's from.
Grief is a whisper that follows you home,
A room full of people -- and still, you're alone.
Grief is the song you can't sing anymore,
Grief is the knock that waits at your door.
Grief is love that has nowhere to go.