GRIEF Poem: To Feel For a Day, by Julia Le Strat

The sweet smell of cerulean seas
leaves me grounded by roots
in the only place I ever knew
the crashing waters of silent pleas

Do memories remain old
if they only exist
for when you last reminisce
I still do not know

She sounds of glittering sand
as she bluely floats near
with a sadness only I can hear
As if this was not planned

“What do you want?”
She came to claim my collapse
a dream explored but I had yet to renounce
“You know this was preordained, my
transient.”

I was aware of this and yet was
unexpectedly dismayed
“Will I still remember what I do not
recognise?

“Will I still feel what is impossible in the
other species?”
She said nothing but the response made
me disheartened

I felt tears come and hoped for more
knowing that this would be the last time
that pain and joy and love and hate would
be mine
but all I saw in the sea was someone raw
and sore

So I let this mourning take me by the hand
hope traded for grief of a life
that had to be handed over without strife
And let go, not knowing where I’d land

She drifted a presence through my hair
and I felt the shift of weight in water
as my limbs started to melt further
until I became a being unfair

She scooped up that little moon jellyfish
delivering him to the ocean
just as he had come before his dream
with no recollection of his completed wish

She knew that he would always return this
way
as he would wait out that favourable
condition
to the limit that his polyp could trade in
for that dream to feel just for a day