Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
In the quiet aftermath, the word "quit" echoes,
A heavy silence in the corridors of memory.
A single word, a door to myriad pathways,
Each avenue intertwining, meandering through the fog.
Clues lie hidden in the shadows cast by our verses,
Fleeting glimpses of understanding,
Yet certainty eludes us, at every turn it seems:
Answers remain just out of reach.
We, the ones left behind, grasp at fragments,
Picking up the pieces, mending the void,
Trying to fill the space they once occupied,
Wrestling with the darkness they left
Is it a black hole we flee from, or one we warp through?
In this spiral of grief and questioning,
The future holds for us its secrets
Only time will reveal if we will find clarity or remain lost.
In these moments, we must carry on,
Walking paths both light and shadowed,
Seeking meaning in the echoes,
Finding strength in the act of continuing.
The pursuit of happiness, a delicate balance,
Not a guarantee but a quest,
In the face of despair, we persevere,
For in the journey, we find our strength.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Grieving has a rotating, floating schedule of sorts, it would seem…. Striking at moments least expected. Some thoughts shared with a friend.
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Very deep thoughts and emotions emerge from this poem, many reflections and a questioning of purpose and value. This reaches to the bottom of the soul and looks to the stars.
When the opportunity occasions or the occasion opportune! Thanks Soren 🙏🏻
You are absolutely right .. grief is a very personal experience & unique to any given individual it is also one which no one wishes to experience .. ever but one does .. I encounter much of it in my profession yet am a vary poor griever .. I am impressed with the words you shared here today .. & truly ..
Teach us to grieve that mourning dawns again into morn after the dark night of the soul!
Deep write
🙏🏻
You're welcome
Very deep friend! There is no time limit to grief and we all, whether we want to or not, end up going through it uniquely. Thank you for sharing! 🙏
Thanks Tristan. Truly glad for your taking time to share your thoughts 🙏🏻
You’re welcome!
There are no time limits to those unexpected moments you mention in your comments, Rik.
Indeed DD, thanks kindly 🙏🏻
You nailed it. Powerful work.
Thank you TWC 🙏🏻
No one can teach you how to grieve. It is a personal journey from the start. There is no ending. Only acceptance and learning to live with it. It is like the ocean, some days calm and on others it will consume you whole. There is much depth in your lines and this piece has left its mark on me.
Thanks Cassie, lifetime learning is the ticket to tomorrow. 🙏🏻
Graceful, sincere. "Only time will reveal if we will find clarity or remain lost." ever so true. Well done.
Cheers DW, hope all’s well your way. Been raining here the whole day.
Grief has many sages as it did for me when my wife died five years ago, but it does move on arqios and I am a great believer in that when we lose somebody we love we must learn not to live without them but to live with the love they left behind.
Andy
That resilience and wisdom’s beautiful Andy, worth emulating 🙏🏻
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