Metaphors

After Mikey finished rock climbing today, we still had an hour before Lucy was finished with guitar.  While he was busily doing his homework,  I saw his language assignment was about finding the similes and metaphors in poetry.  I thought as long as I had an hour to kill maybe I could write something.  Here is a rough, rough draft of what was in my head:


Grief makes me brittle--
Like toffee that comes with a hammer.
He pounds on me,
over and over.
I crack and fracture and shatter.
Some days I stay in big chunks;
Other days I'm dust.

Grief stands in front of me--
With his arms out.
Not letting anyone past
To touch me.
Not letting me step around him,
Or push him over.
He smiles, because he knows--
He's winning.

Grief is a robber--
Wearing a disguise.
He breaks into me, and steals
My sleep, my confidence and my ability to reason.
He siphons the faith
Out of my tank
A little at a time.

Grief startles me--
With sound.
He's transformed music and laughter
into weapons he can throw at me,
At will.
His favorite though, is silence.
It's the loudest sound of all.