Never Been Heard

(formerly The Musings and Learnings of a Widowed Bipolar Mum)

Camaraderie In Grief

Having Bipolar Disorder, I have spoken already about how I can be cut off from my Grief. As such when Grief comes I am often grateful for the release it gives me and for the fact that it feels I am taking a step forwards in my working through my Grief process. I appreciate feelings of Grief. Even if it is painful, it is real, it is raw, I am feeling something, processing something, releasing something. Not caught up in the distraction of Bipolar Disorder. I am recognising something real. I wrote this poem a few weeks ago and haven’t had a chance to post it yet. It gives just a tiny flavour of where I am coming from.

Camarederie In Grief

I was struck by death today

Whilst musing with a widow

And when I walked away

I found myself quite hollow.

A few tears filled my eyes

But not enough to purge me

The bittersweet camaraderie

That someone really heard me.

It’s not enough, not often

That I become connected

Within my cluttered life

Of how I am affected.

But in these Grief filled moments

A wave of gratitude

Gives me my connection back

And brings me close to you.

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