The stillness within

There is so much freedom in sitting with grief, letting it consume your space and whisper it source.

And so, I process grief by sitting with it until it reveals its source and how to handle it.

The world keeps spinning around me, bright and bold,

But I’m still stuck with fade colors, the story’s told in whispers, now a mournful tune.

A moment of sorrow played too soon,
Each memory, a bittersweet embrace a familiar face
I search for solace in the past, But echoes linger, Shadow cast

The path ahead a winding maze
where grief’s dark, ten drill twist and craze.

But In the stillness, I find my way

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