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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