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Grief

Dealing with loss.

By Boitumelo MokgosiPublished 12 months ago 2 min read
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In the depths of sorrow's embrace,

Where shadows loom and tears find space,

A poem of grief, let me unfurl,

To honour souls in a shattered world.

Grief, a tempest upon the heart,

A symphony of pain, torn apart,

Each tear a drop from an endless well,

In mournful whispers, stories to tell.

Through whispered echoes of silent cries,

Aching hearts beneath somber skies,

We gather the fragments, shattered dreams,

And weave them into mournful streams.

Grief, a canvas of somber hues,

In shades of sorrow, we pay our dues,

For loss, a wound that forever bleeds,

And yet, through pain, compassion breeds.

In grief's embrace, we find release,

A sacred solace, a tender peace,

For in the depths of darkest night,

Love's flame burns fierce, a guiding light.

The ache may linger, hearts may weep,

But memories cherished, they safely keep,

Like whispered echoes upon the breeze,

They dance and linger, in hearts at ease.

Grief, a tapestry woven with care,

Each thread a story we bravely bear,

Through tear-stained verses, we find a way,

To honour the love that will never sway.

In the depths of grief, courage is found,

A strength unyielding, profound,

For as we mourn, we learn to heal,

And find within the pain, hope revealed.

Let us stand united, hearts entwined,

In the embrace of empathy we find,

That grief, though heavy, need not divide,

But become the bridge where compassion resides.

For every tear shed in the night,

Carries within it a spark of light,

A testament to love's enduring grace,

A balm that soothes in grief's embrace.

So let us grieve, but also rejoice,

In memories that forever voice,

The love that binds, transcending time,

In the tapestry of life's grand design.

For grief, though heavy, can guide our way,

To cherish each moment, come what may,

And as we honour those we hold dear,

Their essence in our hearts will never disappear.

In this poem of grief, let hearts unite,

Through shared pain, we find our might,

And may the love we carry within,

Console the grieving, and healing begin.

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About the Creator

Boitumelo Mokgosi

As an author, I am a master of words, a weaver of dreams, and a storyteller who possesses a unique perspective on the world. My writing encapsulates the beauty, complexity, and diversity of the human experience.

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