LIVING WITH GRIEF

"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."

-2 Corinthians 12:9 KJV

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"Grief is born of love that has lost its physical form, a deep affection that suddenly has nowhere to go. It breathes, it weeps, it lingers in the quiet spaces. Yet, to carry this heavy love forward is not a weakness. It is a profound language of courage, and a lasting expression of strength."

-Dreamy Poetess

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LIVING WITH GRIEF

by Dreamy Poetess

The calendar is heavy on the wall,

Stuck between the heat and winter's call.

A week of rain and I'm standing,

Where the ghost of us once stood.

Living with the quiet you left here,

A room that's perfectly still and clear.

The clock just marks the dust upon the shelf.

I'm learning how to live beside myself.

The sun hits the chair where you would stay.

I still look down to move your feet away.

But the rug is empty and the space is wide,

A hollow that the light can't even hide.

Circumstance took the breath but left the song,

A silence that is steady and is long.

I didn't choose this room or choose this day.

But I'm finding how to walk the newer way.

The calendar is heavy on the wall,

A page turned back to the fall.

October left a hollow in the chest.

And November put the ghost to rest.

This is living with the grief.

It doesn't bring a bit of relief.

Just a quiet room and the light,

Where I used to say goodnight.

Sarcoma took the breath you had to lend,

A battle that had to have an end.

But May is here and the sun is bright.

And I'm still adjusting to the sight.

The autumn air still holds your name,

Though half a year has felt the same.

I trace the quiet paths we knew,

And find the spaces left by you.

Living with grief, it’s a slow, quiet tide,

A shadow that walks right by my side.

It changes its shape, but it never departs,

A permanent guest in the rooms of our hearts.

I hear your voice in the early dawn,

A gentle warmth that lingers on.

The winter passed and the spring broke through.

But time hasn't altered my longing for you.

Some days it’s a whisper, some days it’s a storm.

But it’s just all the love that is seeking a form.

A beautiful sorrow, a tether to you,

It's just the shape of the day now.

(To the grieving soul that never forgets how to love.)

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MORE THAN JUST A MEMORY

“(...) weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”

-Psalm 30:5 KJV

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"Grief belongs to every human heart. Across languages, cultures, and faces, the pain of losing someone we love is understood without explanation. It reminds us that beneath all our differences, we share the same capacity to love deeply."

-Dreamy Poetess

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MORE THAN JUST A MEMORY

by Dreamy Poetess

The words fade, a quiet hum,

But love’s echo lingers on.

And in the ache, a soft light dawns,

A whispered faith that keeps me warm.

You are more than just a memory,

A steady hope inside of me.

Your love’s a light beyond the gray,

A light to guide me on my way.

Though time moves on and seasons change,

Your voice still calls me through the pain.

In silent prayers, I feel you near,

A gentle strength that calms my fear.

You are more than just a memory,

You’re every quiet part of me.

Your love still shines, it lights my way,

And leads me through each darkened day.

(To the grieving soul that never forgets how to love.)

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LIGHT THAT STAYS

“The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.”

-Psalm 34:18 KJV

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"Grief is perhaps the most democratic of human experiences. It asks for no credentials and respects no borders. It is the quiet, persistent underside of love. It simply demands a witness. In that way, to grieve is to participate in one of the few truly universal human traditions."

-Dreamy Poetess

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LIGHT THAT STAYS

by Dreamy Poetess

Tea gone cold on the windowsill

Your book half-open on my knee

I read your favorite line out loud

Hear you answering in me

Dust in the air like little stars

Dancing where your hand once stayed

I trace your name along the margin

Every letter softly frayed

You are the light that stays

After the candle fades

Glow in the quiet grey

Breathing in the break of day

Love is the thread that won’t let go

Running through the ache I hold

You are the light that stays

You are the light that stays

Night leans in on the balcony

Far towns flicker: come and go

I send a promise to the darkness

That I will choose the gentle glow

Every sorrow folds like paper

Cradled in these open hands

I give it to the still small silence

Trust there’s more than I can understand

When the questions rush

When my courage shakes

I will close my eyes

And lean where your warmth remains

Every broken piece

Turns to gentle flame

I am not alone

I speak your name

Page turned down and the room grows still

I whisper thanks into the air

For every loss that led to love

For every shadow you made rare

(To the grieving soul that never forgets how to love.)

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LOVE STILL LINGERS

“Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.”

-Matthew 5:4 KJV

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"Grief is the universal language of the heart, spoken in every culture, crossing every border, binding us in our shared humanity when loss whispers its quiet truth."

-Dreamy Poetess

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LOVE STILL LINGERS

by Dreamy Poetess

When the evening falls in silver light

And the quiet fills the room

I hear the words you left behind

Like roses still in bloom

Love does not fade into the night

It lingers in the air

In every line my heart will write

I know that you are there

And every song I softly weave

Carries love I still believe

(To the grieving soul that never forgets how to love.)

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FAITH IN LIGHT BEYOND

"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."

-Revelation 21:4 KJV

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"Grief is the quiet language we all eventually learn to speak. In your sorrow, you are part of humanity's oldest and most sacred community: those who have loved and lost. You are not alone in your tears; they are the rain that falls on every corner of the earth."

-Dreamy Poetess

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FAITH IN LIGHT BEYOND

by Dreamy Poetess

The morning tide recedes upon the floor;

Leaving silver outlines by the door.

I trace the shape of names you used to call;

A quiet weight that does not break at all.

The ink has dried but pulses in the palm;

A steady heart beneath a settled calm.

No longer reaching for a vanishing hand,

I plant my feet upon this shifting sand.

The warmth is locked,

Within the marrow deep;

A promise kept,

While all the shadows sleep.

There is a radiance past the edge of grief;

A golden harvest in a fallen leaf.

You are the breath that fills the lungs of prayer;

A hallowed presence in the vacant air.

Beyond the valley where the willows bend.

The light begins where human stories end.

I read the lines until the sight grows dim.

The cup of mercy bubbling at the rim.

It is not loss that makes the spirit thin.

But how we let the vastness enter in.

The fireplace may flicker out and die.

But embers hold the glow of every sky.

No longer searching for a reason why.

I watch the stars colonize the sky.

The love remains a heavy, holy coat

A song that rises in a silent throat

(To the grieving soul that never forgets how to love.)

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WHEN MY TEARS RUN DRY

WHEN MY TEARS RUN DRY

by Dreamy Poetess

I still feel like crying because you're gone.

I'm trying to be okay and move on.

Our home will never ever be the same,

For no one answers when we call your name.

When you left us, it felt like yesterday.

How can I convince my heart to obey?

Life goes on even when you're not around.

I reach for comfort that I have not found.

I wish to hear your voice and see your smile,

Set aside everything just for a while.

Your sweet memories cause my heart to cry.

Maybe I'll move on when my tears run dry.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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WHEN THE TIME COMES

WHEN THE TIME COMES

by Dreamy Poetess

When the time comes, I will be okay.

But your memories will stay.

When the time comes, I will smile again.

Though my heart will still feel a dull pain.

Can this be true that you are gone?

Sometimes I wish I will wake and yawn,

And see that this is all a dream,

Illusions in my mind under the moonbeam.

When the time comes, my heart will accept.

And all the times when I have wept,

Will just be a testament of my silent plea,

To remove the shackle of grief and set my heart free.

When the time comes, I'll get used to this;

This world, that has lost its bliss.

Without you Mama, it will never be the same.

But for now, I'm still calling your name.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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NOT THE SAME

NOT THE SAME

by Dreamy Poetess

When tears stop falling, will I be okay?

It is not the same when you've gone away.

Looking at your picture is not the same.

My heart is looking for something to blame.

Is it my fault for not being with you,

When you said goodbye, I wish it's not true.

I want to think you're in a peaceful sleep.

I will never forget your love so deep.

I want to pretend you're just gone somewhere.

Sometimes it's better to be not aware.

I can't stop thinking what could have gone wrong.

I wish I've had time to offer a song.

Mama, I want to see you in my dreams.

To let my emotions flow like the streams.

I don't want to forget your gentle face.

If only I could still feel your embrace.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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STILL NOT OKAY

STILL NOT OKAY

by Dreamy Poetess

Is it okay if I'm still not okay?

When tears keep falling, heart drifting astray.

A source of my joy has now passed away.

My head's in the clouds; thoughts drift far away.

Is it okay if I'm still not okay?

My heart has this heaviness day by day.

It should not be a crime to feel dismay,

When every day feels like a rainy day.

Is it okay if I'm still not okay?

There is no fun in what I do or say.

It is hard to keep my feelings at bay.

I don't want to leave the bed where I lay.

Mama, tell me that things will be okay.

Because every day is a gloomy day.

I know very well that you could not stay,

Help me accept that you have gone away.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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GONE

GONE

by Dreamy Poetess

Mama, I lie awake and cannot sleep.

In the middle of the night that's so deep.

The rain falls, the wind howls, it is so cold.

I wish to hear the stories you have told.

Seasons will change, the rain will come and go.

What remains is the heart that loves you so.

I wish you're still here to feel your embrace.

Although I know you're in a better place.

I still remember when I was younger,

You used to come and make me feel better,

When I wake in the middle of the night,

You came with Papa and turned on the light.

Life seems different now that you are gone.

I close my eyes, count backwards up to one.

I stare at the picture on your social,

Reality made me emotional.

Mama, can you ease my pain like before?

If only I've said how much I adore,

Your voice, your face, all the things about you.

Now you're gone, my world is in grayish hue.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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WITHIN MY HEART

WITHIN MY HEART

by Dreamy Poetess

The quiet house folds shadows, dim and deep,

Where laughter once danced, now silence keeps.

The chair she claimed sits empty, still,

A hollow ache no time can fill.

The days unfold like brittle leaves,

Each one heavier than the grief it weaves.

I find her in the whispers near,

In every corner, I feel her here.

Mama, you held the storms inside,

Fought tides that broke yet would not hide.

Your voice, though soft, was fierce and true,

A lighthouse beam when skies turned blue.

Now, I tread the years we lost,

Haunted by the final cost.

But in the marrow of my soul,

Your memory is my quiet whole.

I carry you in unseen seams,

In midnight fears and fragile dreams.

And though the wound is raw and wide,

Within my heart, you still reside.

The grief is sharp, the pain profound,

Yet in this silence, love is found,

Mama, you will always be missed.

I still feel your hand that I kissed.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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LOST WITHOUT YOU

LOST WITHOUT YOU by Dreamy Poetess Mama, the house feels so lonely now, Like a stage where the lights went out somehow. Your laughter, a song I long to hear, Echoes only in memories, so clear. Two years we fought, hand in hand, so strong, Against a foe that lingered for so long. Sarcoma's shadow, a cruel, dark stain, Now just an echo of unbearable pain. October's chill took you away, Leaving me lost in a somber gray. November's earth now holds you tight, While I navigate this endless night. I'm a grown woman, they all say, But without you, I've lost my way. The world feels different, cold, and vast, A future uncertain, built on a broken past. Each morning dawns, a painful start, With the heavy ache within my heart. I search for you in every dream, Hoping this loss isn't what it seems. But reality bites, a bitter truth, You're gone, my days aren't smooth. And all that's left are tears I weep, And promises I couldn't keep. (In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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THE ABSENT LIGHT

THE ABSENT LIGHT by Dreamy Poetess The season turns, the air grows crisp and cold, Another leaf has fallen, tinged with rust. A date now marks a story to be told, A day you left us, turning into dust. I trace the lines upon your dark chair, The cushion still remembers where you sat. A scent of your soap hangs in the air, I turn to share a thought, but know I can’t. For two years, we walked the narrow, burning path, I watched your strength contend against the blight. I failed to shield you from every cutting wrath, I prayed you’d win the war throughout the night. The night is quiet, too polite and deep, It holds its breath where laughter used to bloom. I hear your voice in dreams before I sleep, Then wake to face the small, empty room. I wear your blouse, soft and slightly worn, And feel a comfort in the threads that once belonged to you. A woman grown, yet feeling so forlorn, An anchor lost, a silent, sudden blue. The fourth day of this month, we had to lay Your tired body down beneath the ground. Now every dawn begins in shades of gray, Mama, I miss the sound. I hold the picture of your knowing smile, And try to fathom how to now exist. It feels only yesterday you stayed a little while, How do I break this mist? I move through motions, numb and incomplete, A broken rhythm where the melody was clear. I search for sweetness in the bitter street, I wish that you were here. (In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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FINAL DAYS

FINAL DAYS

by Dreamy Poetess

The final days of the tenth were cruel,

I hated words, like “sarcoma.”

I watched you fight, a desperate duel,

And held your hand despite the drama.

The world insists on moving on,

The first dark week of November.

I washed the cup you drank upon,

And folded your clothes I can’t remember.

I browse your phone, then hold tight,

A moment that I can’t undo.

The silence in the dead of night

Is just your voice, cut right in two.

A woman grown, I should be strong,

I manage bills and face the day.

But in your house, where I belong,

I’m just a child who’s lost her way.

They say the grief will ebb and flow,

A hollow in the air you filled.

But how a missing heart can grow,

Is a new language, unfulfilled.

The chair you used is empty now,

A monument to what I lack.

I trace the memory of your brow,

And will the universe to bring you back.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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THE WEEK AFTER

THE WEEK AFTER

by Dreamy Poetess

I just saw your cup on the table’s edge,

still has its water, a quiet pledge.

Your pillow still guards the old chair,

as if you’d rise and find me there.

The days blur thin; October’s close,

Your breath went soft, the room's light froze.

I touched your hand. It wasn’t warm.

The silence took its final form.

They said you’d fought, you’d borne the pain,

That faith would wash what time can’t drain.

But faith feels small in the evening rain,

And I am lost. Your name remains.

I fold the clothes you used to wear,

Pretend you’re napping somewhere there.

Your scent still clings to threads of white,

A ghost that hums through every night.

On November fourth, we let you rest,

Beneath the sky you always blessed.

And though they say you’ve found release,

My heart won’t learn that kind of peace.

I talk to air, to stars, to dust,

To the quiet where I place my trust.

Mama, if love could build a stair,

I’d climb it just to find you there.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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