A dreadful phone call rang in the early hours

my darling mum, gone in the blink of an eye

a piercing pain, a shattering loss, it did bring

like a thunderclap in the stillness of my world

catapulted me into the throes of a battle with grief

one that I never anticipated and expected to face

because I was never prepared for and ill-equipped

My battle with grief has been a formidable one

its mighty waves crashed over me, day and night

as my tears flowed like rivers, ceaseless and true

a tsunami of excruciating pain, relentless and stark

a tempest of grief raged deep within, churn and sway

invisible scars, marked my wounded heart, only I knew

I was suffocating under the burden of her absence

The battle rages on, my soul a battlefield of sorrow

this battle with grief has been arduous and exhausting 

one that taking a toll on both my mind and my body

I have been standing alone at the precipice of an abyss

as loneliness whispered in the quietest and darkest night

but my fighting spirit awoke, I withstood and soldiered on

I refused to surrender, I rise, and my true being retrieve

I was suddenly thrust into a battle I never signed up for

I acknowledge that this battle with grief is far from over

a battle may never be done, a damn war may never end

as grief has been a companion and foe in this endless fight

but in my heart and soul, I will forever defend her legacy

this brutal battle with grief, as daunting as it has been

a battle worth fighting, for the greatest lady of my lifetime