Each person who enters our life, every experience we have, is a teacher. Some things we learn amaze us, some trouble us. Everyone we have loved has become a part of us … And no relationship created in love can ever die.
~ John E. Welshons
Grief is a dark hallway,
where memories gather,
and demand to be known.
It’s the first light at dawn when thoughts awaken the sleeper.
Sometimes it’s intense sunshine,
that makes eyes blink,
and sears the breath.
Grief lights candles when the pain is too hard to bear,
and watches the flame flicker,
messages from the other side.
It’s still talking,
still believing in love,
At times grief is not being able to breathe,
being drowned in an ocean of tears,
swallowed into nothingness
hoping for death.
It’s about trying to tread softly on the earth,
when the soul is so fragile,
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