The fog of grief

I wake late when the veil between the daylight and the night is thinnest 

And there is space between my logical mind 

And my over-feeling heart

Without trying, words come to me. As a pathway through the fog of grief.

It is here I find the perfect words to sum up a certain sentiment. 

Or to express the complicated tangle of emotions. 

Or to gather memories together like a blanket of nostalgia. 

It is here I find answers, 

But to questions I hadn’t asked. 

I wonder how long I will wake like this.

Reaching for solace in the scribbles of my journal. 

M xx