He Wrote Her Story

waves of grief
hit the shores
of my consciousness
intentionally i shift
settling in
weathering the storm
accepting what i feel
i have practiced
this response
for the next wave
the last time
one took my breath away
i hold my ground
i am not moved
reshaped
but not removed
changed
but still present
allowing the waters
to ebb and flow
the tide is why
i am
still here
still standing
still learning
to become
what it is
i am becoming