Finding Peace Through Poetry: Clearing Grief Out of the Way

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Clearing Grief out of the Way

In the quiet hours of dawn,

light spills gently through the window,

the world breathing a soft sigh,

and I sit, cradled in the embrace of morning,

where shadows of yesterday's sorrow

gently linger. 

Grief, a heavy coat,

once wrapped tightly around my shoulders,

now hangs loosely,

its fabric frayed at the edges,

remnants of a season harsh and unyielding. 

But now, the sunlight pricks at the seams

and calls me to unfasten the buttons. 

I gather my thoughts,

each one a fragile petal,

blown from the branches of my heart,

and lay them in a bowl of water,

watching them float,

drifting under the surface of time. 

There is a garden in my chest,

where weeds have taken root,

each one a memory, sharp and unkind,

but I will not let them flourish,

instead, I will pull them, rib by rib,

until the soil is bare and waiting. 

There’s beauty in the bare,

a promise in the untouched,

and I will find new seeds,

tiny whispers of hope,

to plant in the emptied spaces,

where grief has trampled pathways. 

With every soft rain,

I will nourish them gently,

watching as they stretch,

green arms reaching for the sun,

grasping at the air,

growing tall enough to kiss the clouds. 

I will walk this new path,

where the light touches the earth,

wondering at the resilience of roots,

the way they dive into the dark,

seeking nourishment where once

only pain resided. 

Among the trees,

I will let my voice rise,

singing songs of what once was,

and what is yet to come,

a melody that mingles with the wind,

carried far beyond the hills,

where the echoes of grief fade

into the landscape. 

I will gather laughter like fireflies,

each flicker a reminder of joy,

and release them into the night,

watching as they dance,

glowing,

their tiny lights banishing the shadows,

each one a testament of moving forward. 

In the embrace of community,

I will find solace,

wandering along the paths of shared stories,

the tapestry of understanding

woven with threads of empathy,

each knot binding us,

reminding me

that I am not alone,

that grief, too, is a journey,

and that to clear the way

is to take the hands of those who understand. 

So I breathe,

deep and full,

filling my lungs with the fragrance of possibility,

and with each exhale,

I release the weight of loss,

transforming the sorrow

into wings for my spirit,

carrying me ever higher,

beyond the horizon of what was,

into the dawn of what can be.