The Weight of Grief

Grief is a shadow, quiet and deep,

A whispering ghost that refuses to sleep.

It lingers in echoes of laughter now still,

In spaces once filled that time cannot fill.

It comes in the night, unbidden, unchained,

A flood of old memories, sharp and untamed.

The scent of a sweater, a voice in the breeze,

The sudden reminder that drops you to knees.

Yet grief is love that refuses to fade,

A bond unbroken, though one has been laid

To rest in the silence, beyond what we see

Still held in the heart, still setting us free.

So carry it gently, but let yourself breathe,

For grief is a river, and love is the sea.

Copyright 2025

Crystal Amon