Carrying my grief
is like having a broken rib
the very moment I forget
and find myself laughing...
is when I remember everything.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2026 15:21
- Category: Reflection
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Comments8
Such a great analogy that fits so well with a physical reminder of the emotional pain. Well done my friend and a fave
Thank you dearest sorrenbarret indeed. 🌹
Always a pleasure
Very fine words Teddy, that grief will always be remembered.
Andy
Thank you dear. Andy. 🌹
I'll echo Sorenbarrets comment here Shirley. Excellent analogy 👏
- Syd xo
Thank you dear Syd. 🌹
Teddy, this hit me hard. It's incredibly simple, yet it captures something so many people who've carried grief will recognize instantly. Those last two lines land with quiet force. Beautiful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my dear Tristan. 🌹
Oh God, this certainly hits hard….so much resonance my dear Teddy….
Dearest spills, thank you my dear friend. 🌹
So very true, sweet Teddy. Fantastic.
Thank you my dear Thomas. 🌹
some grief springs up at the oddest times and puts a pause to your happiness - but don't let it deter you - the pain will depart when given time...
One would always hope tha k you dearest NafisaSB 🌹
my wishes & blessings for health & happiness with you always...take care & enjoy each day as it comes
some grief springs up at the oddest times and puts a pause to your happiness - but don't let it deter you - the pain will depart when given time...
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