For so long, I couldn’t find the words,
To explain the weight of grief unfurled.
But now I know, grief is love’s fierce flame,
Undimmed, unwavering, ever the same.
Not quiet love, nor love erased,
Not love forgotten or displaced.
It doesn’t wither, it doesn’t fade,
It stays, where time and loss have laid.
Grief doesn’t beg to be undone,
It has no need to outrun the sun.
There is no fix, no date, no cure
For love like this will long endure.
Though time has passed, I hold the space,
For grief to visit, at its pace.
It knocks as loud as it did before,
Reminding me of love’s deep core.
Through every sigh and restless night,
Grief's weight is felt with all its might,
A burden that I cannot flee,
Its anchor holds so deep in me.
Each time it comes, I let it in,
I fall apart, then rise again.
My heart, it shatters, but still I stand,
For love endures, it holds my hand.
To love is pain, but pain is pure,
A testament to all that’s sure
That empathy, and tenderness,
Can bind the wounds that grief may press.
For life’s a cycle, ebb and flow,
And grief reminds us what we know:
That love is worth each tear and ache,
For in the pain, the heart remakes.
So I will honor grief’s embrace,
For it returns me to love’s place.
In every shattered moment, still
Love remains, through strength of will.
And though we walk our paths alone,
Love’s light will guide us safely home.
In grief, in joy, in storm and sun
Love is the thread that makes us one.
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