Waves...

I spent the week frustrated, unable to write much. This week during the memoir writing class we talked about metaphors. Dubious Grief - waves as the primary metaphor. With loss, come the sneaker waves, unseen until I'm simply crushed, not knowing why. Then, moving into grief, I'm aware of the waves but can't get out of the way. I'm paralyzed, only able to hang on tightly . I'm again crushed by the waves. And then, I begin to grow. Aware that the waves are coming, I let go and ride the waves. Now I begin again to write. I know the waves will carry me along.