Grief and mind walk hand in hand,
Two heavy shadows on the land.
They whisper doubts, they cloud the skies,
They hide the light behind our eyes.

We wonder if we talk too much,
If friends grow weary of our touch.
Repeating pain they’ve heard before,
Afraid they’ll turn and close the door.

But healing isn’t neat or fast,
It circles back, it holds, it lasts.
And silence makes the weight severe—
So talk about it if it keeps you here.

No burden are you, not a chore,
Your voice is worth the space once more.
For sharing sorrow lightens pain,
And helps the broken breathe again.

So let the story leave your chest,
You’re not too much, you’re not a guest.
Your grief is proof of love so clear—
And we’ll hold you close, to keep you here.

Life’s a circus, can’t you see?
We’re clowns with bills and therapy.
We chase our goals, we pay our dues,
Then trip on laces in our shoes.

We plan it out, we make it neat,
Yet fate just laughs and moves our seat.
The universe, with wicked grin,
Reminds us none of us will win.

But maybe that’s the secret key—
The joke is love, not victory.
To laugh, to cry, to dance, to fall,
That’s really what it means at all.

So here’s to mess and here’s to cheer,
We’re all just winging it down here.
If life’s absurd (and I suspect),
Then humor is the best respect.

Some days life feels like drifting sand,
No purpose clear, no steady hand.
We chase the hours, we play the part,
With questions echoing in the heart.

What’s all this for? Just work and sleep?
A climb that feels forever steep.
The stars look down, so vast, so cold—
While we just age, and hurt, and fold.

But then a laugh, a stranger’s grace,
A friend who meets you face to face.
A song that knows your quiet pain,
A walk through healing, soft as rain.

It’s not the answers carved in stone,
But all the warmth we've ever known—
The love, the loss, the lessons learned,
The bridges crossed, the moments earned.

And though the void may whisper lies,
It's in connection true hope lies.
For life may not make perfect sense,
But love, not logic, is the lens.

What if the life you dream to live
Is buried under what you give?
What if the love you seek so wide
Is waiting quiet, deep inside?

The world reflects what’s in your view—
So is it them… or maybe you?

Still figuring out this life of mine,
No clear map, just crooked lines.
But every step, though slow or fast,
Is leading me to home at last.

No need to match another's pace—
I’m running my one-of-one race.

You can chase the sun, sail every sea,
Climb every peak you dream to see.
But peace won’t come from outer skies—
It lives within, not where it lies.

Until you calm your inner tide,
No place on Earth will feel like pride.

I am the spark they tried to dim,
The quiet voice that learned to swim.
Not every scar was meant to stay—
Some taught me how to walk away.

I’m not my past, I’m something new—
An untold truth just breaking through.