Flash Flood

Like a flash flood in the desert,
I feel the oncoming rumble in my bones,
before the groundswell hits.

Engulfed, I struggle to breathe,
not knowing which way is up or down,
tumbling with the fierce tide pounding me.

An eternity, in a moment of white noise,
trying to ride the wave until it dissipates,
to be left bruised and bedraggled.

Stranded, on some random ground,
I crawl upright to start again,
the long walk back from grief.

© ceenoa

19 responses to “Flash Flood”

  1. In the words of the modern teen, this poem “gives me the feels.”
    Very emotive poem which touched me on a much deeper level and brought to mind my struggle with illness and the grief at leaving my old self behind.

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    1. I think most of us have these feelings at one time or another, and maybe we don’t even recognise them as grief at the time. I was thinking about it yesterday as they came in waves, almost like contractions really, and hoping that it means that something new is birthing (but it has been/is a long, long labour)!

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      1. True, those waves aren’t always recognisable as grief, which is not as obvious a feeling as one would expect. But I like that thought that from something so awful, comes something new.

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        1. Yes, I try to hold onto that thought too Lily, sometimes it is very slippery though.

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          1. Yeah, I get that. I’ve lost too many and too much in the past couple of years. Hope is a slippery slope.

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            1. Hugs. (oops, is that too icky? – I meant it in a totally un-icky way – like survivor hugs).

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              1. Hahaha! No, not icky at all. Hugs sent your way, and I totally mean in an icky way. 🙂

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  2. A moving and realistic capture of grief. Wow.

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    1. Just how it feels to me. Thanks for dropping by and commenting.

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  3. Hope the flashfloods come less often and the walk gets shorter.
    xox

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    1. That would be good. I’m hoping all the rain hastens the growth of good things.

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  4. Excellent writing but a sad topic. But then sometimes the “sad” topics bring out the deeper thoughts within us and they occasionally leak out of our fingertips onto the keyboard.

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    1. This is true, thanks.

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  5. Striking words to describe life’s highs and lows, ups and downs. As you say in comments, sometimes we need the shake up in order to make forward steps.

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    1. Thank you for your kidn words Ruth. I was trying to be positive, but sometimes it’s just a drag – however thankfully these days it doesn’t last for too long.

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  6. Wow! I know that feeling so very well.

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    1. Yep, we all get it sometimes. Commiserations.

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  7. A brilliant poem, Claudette full of evocative language albeit crushingly sad…

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    1. Thanks very much Phil. I do not like it much when it happens, but it made a good verse.

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