Grief

Does it ever really heal?

Or do we merely
muddle through
carry on
make due;
while it lies beneath the surface,
sometimes shallow,
sometimes deep,
always present,
ever there,
patiently waiting the next loss,
the unexpected reminder,
the anticipated anniversary
that rips our heart and tears our soul
and reconnects with endured pains, reopens past wounds,
so that incomprehensibly, inevitably
each loss
becomes every loss
haunting us
until we can again
muddle through
carry on
make due
and await
the repeating cycle.