Smooth sailing retreats to a distant memory,

and you trade weightlessness for ache

Ache that forges a round trip loop

from your heart

to your feet

with each pounding beat.

There’s no shortcut through grief,
nor mile markers to note progress

Only this narrow, winding trail…
…where the breeze still finds your face
…and the pine needles cushion your way
…and the trees (messengers of grace)
guard your heart until you reach
flowing waters once more.