It demands to be felt

It never asks for permission

It simply lets itself in

And makes your mind it's home

I never wanted to experience it to this extent

I never knew it was possible

But it has forced itself into my existence 

And formed part of my DNA

My grief has started to define who I am:

Lost,

Trying to fill a void.

Broken.

I used to believe that grieving was something 

That happened once-off

Or perhaps the possibility

That it was a process

I never realised it was eternal