The Disruption of Identity Through Grief
Sep-2024In shadows cast on tender dreams,
A tale unfolds in silent streams.
A heart once whole, now fractured, torn,
In grief's embrace, a soul is worn.
A garden once adorned with laughter,
Now echoes with a silent rafter.
A tiny bud, so sweet and dear,
Whispers of a presence clear.
A lullaby that's left unsung,
A cradle where a song's begun.
The laughter that will never be,
Yet echoes in eternity.
In twilight's hush, a memory weaves,
Through starlit nights and autumn leaves.
A fleeting touch, a fleeting smile,
Yet lingers on in every mile.
The ache within, a heavy sigh,
As time goes on, but doesn't fly.
A candle flickers in the night,
Illuminating sorrow's plight.
Yet in the quiet, find the grace,
Of love that time cannot erase.
A bond unbroken by the years,
A presence felt, though veiled in tears.
For in the heart, where pain resides,
Love's ember in the darkness hides.
A guardian in the depths of loss,
A connection that death can't toss.
So let the tears, like rain, descend,
A healing balm, a journey's bend.
Through sorrow's vale, we find our way,
To cherish memories every day.
For in the echo of a child's laughter,
Resides a love that follows after.
In the tapestry of life's cruel cost,
A thread of love is never lost.