One day, you laughed beneath the sun; the next, the world turned cold and numb.
Chairs sit still where voices rang and silence echoes like a drum.
The hands you held, the hearts you knew, are all scattered now in skies of blue. You call their names in dreams, in prayers, and feel the ache that they’re not there. Photographs can’t warm your chest and memories won’t let you rest.
The air feels thinner, the light turns gray; so much you loved has slipped away. But grief, though heavy, does not lie… It shows the cost of love gone by.
A burden, yes… But proof as well, that once this was where love could dwell.
So let the tears fall when they must. Your sorrows’ honest, deep and just. But now, dear heart, you’ve not been left. You’re not alone, though you feel bereft.
All those you’ve lost, they walked beside… Not flesh, not bone, but still with pride.
They live in how you face each day. In gentle words you chose to say. In how you rise though bruised with pain. In how you smile, despite the pain. Their love is stitched into your soul; a thread that still makes you whole. You carry more than just your name, you hold a flicker of their flame.
And though they’ve gone where you can’t see. You are their legacy. You are their tree. Rooted deep in sacred ground still standing when there’s no one around. And even in this shadowed part, you carry light inside your heart.
So breathe, dear heart, just one more time… the climb is steep, the grief, sublime. But grace will hold you when you bend, and love, not death, remains in the end.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC
One day, you laughed beneath the sun; the next, the world turned cold and numb.
Chairs sit still where voices rang and silence echoes like a drum.
The hands you held, the hearts you knew, are all scattered now in skies of blue. You call their names in dreams, in prayers, and feel the ache that they’re not there. Photographs can’t warm your chest and memories won’t let you rest.
The air feels thinner, the light turns gray; so much you loved has slipped away. But grief, though heavy, does not lie… It shows the cost of love gone by.
A burden, yes… But proof as well, that once this was where love could dwell.
So let the tears fall when they must. Your sorrows’ honest, deep and just. But now, dear heart, you’ve not been left. You’re not alone, though you feel bereft.
All those you’ve lost, they walked beside… Not flesh, not bone, but still with pride.
They live in how you face each day. In gentle words you chose to say. In how you rise though bruised with pain. In how you smile, despite the pain. Their love is stitched into your soul; a thread that still makes you whole. You carry more than just your name, you hold a flicker of their flame.
And though they’ve gone where you can’t see. You are their legacy. You are their tree. Rooted deep in sacred ground still standing when there’s no one around. And even in this shadowed part, you carry light inside your heart.
So breathe, dear heart, just one more time… the climb is steep, the grief, sublime. But grace will hold you when you bend, and love, not death, remains in the end.
The deepest parts of my grief
