Getting Over Grief
May 28th, 2008
People who grieve over the loss of someone important in their lives are often told by their therapists to let out, or in a way, to vent out their sadness and longing through creative means. Chanelling the negative energies of a person who grieves into something that can have an aesthetic or artistic value can help a person endure loneliness, more so if the pain is still fresh and new.
This advice also works well with teens. It is of utmost importance for them to create something positive out of the negative pent-up emotions that they have. Otherwise, the pain may become too overwhelming for them, to the point of taking its toll on their emotional health.
Here’s a poem on grief which I found on the internet.
GRIEF IS LIKE A RIVER
By Cinthia G. Kelley
My grief is like a river,
I have to let it flow,
but I myself determine
just where the banks will go.
Some days the current takes me
in waves of guilt and pain,
but there are always quiet pools
where I can rest again.
I crash on rocks of anger;
my faith seems faint indeed,
but there are other swimmers
who know that what I need
Are loving hands to hold me
when the waters are too swift,
and someone kind to listen
when I just seem to drift.
Grief’s river is a process
of relinquishing the past.
By swimming in hope’s channels,
I’ll reach the shore at last.
People who grieve over the loss of someone important in their lives are often told by their therapists to let out, or in a way, to vent out their sadness and longing through creative means. Chanelling the negative energies of a person who grieves into something that can have an aesthetic or artistic value can help a person endure loneliness, more so if the pain is still fresh and new.
This advice also works well with teens. It is of utmost importance for them to create something positive out of the negative pent-up emotions that they have. Otherwise, the pain may become too overwhelming for them, to the point of taking its toll on their emotional health.
Here’s a poem on grief which I found on the internet.
GRIEF IS LIKE A RIVER
By Cinthia G. Kelley
My grief is like a river,
I have to let it flow,
but I myself determine
just where the banks will go.
Some days the current takes me
in waves of guilt and pain,
but there are always quiet pools
where I can rest again.
I crash on rocks of anger;
my faith seems faint indeed,
but there are other swimmers
who know that what I need
Are loving hands to hold me
when the waters are too swift,
and someone kind to listen
when I just seem to drift.
Grief’s river is a process
of relinquishing the past.
By swimming in hope’s channels,
I’ll reach the shore at last.





