#grief

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  • young_flower 3h

    Loss

    1332,
    One thousand three hundred and thirty two days without your smile.

    The first 365 were the hardest. They were the ones that hurt the most, and made me fell the most lost.

    365 more, were spent trying to accept that I will never talk to you again. Accepting that death is infinite and not temporary.

    The rest? Well, the rest have been me trying my best to do more than survive. Knowing you'd want me to live, but feeling it's hard to breathe when I remember that you're actually gone...
    ©young_flower

  • lossletters 1d

    229 Days

    I always look for you in the sky.




    ©lossletters

  • charlieka 1d

    Already the cemetery
    Tree lined paths are thick with mud
    Visitors struggle with motion
    Spring season rain has come early
    Tears are no surprise to this place
    They fall here every single day
    Watered with the grief of loved ones
    Sadness blooms in silent bouquets
    ©charlieka

  • charlieka 2d

    Holding On

    Tumbled in pastel clouds
    East of the mountains
    The sky dances with lightning and the show is beautiful
    Lift my spirits I beg the moon cowering behind the storm
    Break me out
    There comes a time when the light is so fine and thin with sparkles that I am breathless and in awe and then in the span of seconds my thoughts turn and
    I know its wrong
    but I can't escape this feeling
    Like no other
    I want you beside me and I want more time to speak to you and watch this brewing storm and talk about I'm needing you so damn badly I can't wrap my mind around this craze I am in
    I am so struck that lighting frizzles along my hair and over my skin
    I'm dipped into glow and my blood is liquid gold
    Thunder rolls low and long and I try to shake myself free
    Damn this dream is holding me in his arms
    Hugs from reverie hold me fast for eternity



    ©charlieka

  • shahintalks 3d

    Breathing

    *Breathing is a beginning point. Instead of going into panic take few breath, and ask yourself:"Do I want to contract or do I want to expand?"

    Affirm

    *"I breath in love and flow with life,I am expanding."*
    *All is well in my world.
    ©shahintalks

  • todd_towers 3d

    Natural you say?
    How can death
    Be natural?

    Do you look
    At a fading flower and rejoice?
    Or do you pine
    Pine after loose petals
    Flowing in the wind?

    The fallen tree might
    Birth
    New growth.
    But the kindly
    Golem it could have been
    Is dead forever.

    Would a lover lost
    Or a mother bereft
    Stand by grave
    And say
    'all is well as should be?'

    Shadows grow there
    Till day be restored

    Nay,
    It was never meant to be.

    In absence of life fruit,
    And in the presence of sin
    Death rushed in

    Yet bittersweet
    In Christ we feast.
    For in Him,
    We are spared
    Curse's recompense

    But not every consequence.

    ©Todd_Towers

    #spring #fall #nature #faith #grief #death

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    A lament in spring

    Would a lover lost
    Or a mother bereft
    Stand by grave
    And say
    'all is well as should be?'
    ©todd_towers

  • ions0206 3d

    Go Away

    "I watched you walking
    Away from me without
    Any grief that's why i
    Didn't stop you because
    I know you deserve someone
    Better than me and you
    Can be free without any
    Responsibility... "
    ©ions0206

  • brianna_m_salmon 4d

    Nobody ever prepares you for it,
    Those moments when the only thing that can express the pain in your heart,
    Are the tears that fall and soak into the earth,
    No one ever tells you how hard it's going to be,
    To lose something for good,
    To only revisit memories and smile at pictures,
    Knowing your fingers won't ever brush across their skin,
    Nor will your eyes grace their face outside the frame of a fading photograph,

    No one ever told me,
    That there was going to be a lump in my throat that would make it hard to breathe,
    That I would spend hours simply thinking of you,

    Why dont they tell you?
    Why isn't it taught?
    Why won't they show you,
    How to say goodbye without losing apart of your heart?
    ©brianna_m_salmon

  • prachi 4d

    They say time doesn't stop, and I won't ever ask it to.

    The wind keeps flowing, and the petals are still falling, the bells won't stop ringing, and I can feel the cold slowly crawling...

    Crawling over my spine, as I hold myself tighter, like a cornered fighter at the end of a fight, my bones brittle and eyes shining bright...

    Bright like the headlight of your car on the night we met, smoke hanging on your lips, as I kept running, in borrowed heels, my dress all wet...

    Wet like the eyes of people, crying as they lower you in the ground, covered in black, whispering prayers, the silence reminding me of a sound.

    Sound of the time, that won't stop, even if I beg and plead, so I do the only thing I know I can, it's to keep your memories hidden within me ...

    ©Prachi

  • makaylawalkerrrrpoetry 1w

    Change: a misleading alternation

    It allows you to grow, to be better and stronger

    It allows you to be kicked, into the ground crawling back up

    It allows me to further create and ponder

    It allows me to cry my heart out with grief

    It allowed me to slowly move forward in my healing

    It allowed me to feel the worst pain I'd ever felt

    Replacing pictures in frames of memories tainted

    The night you left.

    - M.L.W
    ©makaylawalkerrrrpoetry

  • unknownswarachita 1w

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  • breadcrumbs 1w

    Dearest grief,

    Dearest grief, older than time
    Passed away peacefully on a day I can't remember
    She graduated from the death of a most beloved companion
    For long, she worked as the mismanager of my life, the shadow of self loathing and misery
    Living through simple pleasures like isolating me from friends and family
    Her uncanny ability to deeply destroy is dearly remembered but not missed
    She is survived, through Prayer, Memory and Strength
    By a better understanding, a flexible and organic approach to life
    She remains only half dead, unburied, waiting for her next victim
    Her final words: Life is not an orchestra, it is random!
    ©breadcrumbs

  • breadcrumbs 2w

    Hello sweet grief

    Hello old friend,
    My mind runs back to the days
    When I thought you'd be the death of me
    And I worry for those knowing you a first time
    If only they knew you're more than a fling
    You're a keeper, a true tragedous friend
    Hello sweet grief,
    You and I owe it to ourselves
    To heal and let the world know
    That you're not the end of it
    They'll know youre not as ugly
    Mostly, that you last, too long
    They won't get used to you
    But they'll be stronger!
    Of course not ready
    But braver!
    ©breadcrumbs

  • vinit___ 2w

    Innervoice_175

    Uska hona, ab nya sa nhi lgta zindgi me, mano wo hmesha se sath hi thi mere...❤️:,-)
    ©vinit___

  • pottersays 2w

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    . Many a times, it just requires a living being with whom we can share a thing or two. One who  listen us without abrupting. It's really strange that in this seemingly large world, it's becoming very difficult to find such a person.
    Whenever, an unfortunate incident occurs in our world, we start saying things like why didn't he/she reach out to anyone?? Why did he/she seclude himself/herself??
    Or even more interestingly, we start blaming people who generally surround him/her. We target them that they left him/her alone.
    But is this really their fault?? & if it is how can we say that we haven't done the same thing to our friends/colleagues. Or are we so ignorant that we consider that we don't commit such crimes (if it is a crime).
    The reality is that it's not possible anymore to stay connected all the times. Strange, No??
    Not many will agree to this. Or don't want to agree. Why?? Because it challenges an old order. An order built on old values those are very dear to us. We don't want to agree that we've discredited them. We still want to live in delusion that Family is there to help you. Your friends are there to help you. & we all are very good friends & family in our own minds.
    Isn't this image imprinted in our mind?? We don't want this good family/friends image to get shattered. Because, deep down we know that it will. It's just a mirage. So, we start secluding ourselves, hiding things. We know they won't understand. We start keeping to ourselves. it's not that bad in the beginning. We share our things with our own mind only. We start living a life of solitude. It feels empowering at first. All your secrets safe with yourself. But then, your own mind starts betraying you. A happy life of solitude turns into a miserable life of loneliness. You get alerted. You try to reach out to your friends. But find that it's not that easy anymore as it used to be. They've become distant. They feel distant. You dial their numbers, talk to them. You try to sound happy. you notice their feigned interest in your talk. You give up.
    Obviously, you can't tell them exactly what's happening because you've hided things from them ( or not told them) and you can't start from beginning again. You want them to listen. They start asking irrelevant questions, (probably arising from their efforts to feign interest in your talks). You feel like they are faking it. so, you divert the route. Yoh tell them all other things but not things for which you'd called them at first place. Same thing happens with other friends also. Same thing happens with your family members too. The distance between you and them feel too large to travel. So, you decide to skip it. You tell yourself that you can handle it. But can you?? Isn't your biggest enemy is you yourself by now?? Your own mind betraying you?? Plotting against you.
    & hence begins the series of battles. Every task seems like one. Everyday becomes unbearable. Your own thoughts start killing you. You try to shut your mind But can't. Because it knows you better than you. You find yourself more lonely than ever day by day.
    You start losing your voice. You stop talking. You avoid people. You eye range becomes limited. Yoh don't look beyond a few feet. You become silent and silent day by day. You become so silent that even that silence starts to turn into chaos. You want to scream but find that your voice is lost. Words doesn't come easily from our mouth. Whenever, you speak (or you've to speak because you've no choice while shopping/ordering etc.) you find that your voice is strange. It doesn't feel like your own voice. Your body starts betraying you. You want to cry but you can't. A lump is formed in your dry throat. Tears won't come out how hard you try. Nor will sleep. You start indulging yourself in movies/series (most probably ones involving tintiest fraction of your brain functioning). You stop leaving your place. Your surrounding becomes a mess. So, does your room. But above all, you yourself becomes a mess. You're no longer a full functioning human. You're a ghost. a ghost who is invisible to everyone. One who is irrelevant to everyone. You don't feel that it's your place. You want to leave it all behind. & sometimes, PEOPLE ACTUALLY Do.
    That's why grief counselling is necessary. It's important to acknowledge this feeling before it snatches away your identity, your life from you & turns you into a living/dead ghost.


    #Grief #acceptIt #pottersays

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    Grief Counselling

    A small step to build a small world where people connect through a common feeling i.e. Grief.
    A small world where they can not only acknowledge it but also accept it.
    So, they can move on.
    ©pottersays

  • aj_potter100 2w

    Many a times, it just requires a living being with whom we can share a thing or two. One who  listen us without abrupting. It's really strange that in this seemingly large world, it's becoming very difficult to find such a person.
    Whenever, an unfortunate incident occurs in our world, we start saying things like why didn't he/she reach out to anyone?? Why did he/she seclude himself/herself??
    Or even more interestingly, we start blaming people who generally surround him/her. We target them that they left him/her alone.
    But is this really their fault?? & if it is how can we say that we haven't done the same thing to our friends/colleagues. Or are we so ignorant that we consider that we don't commit such crimes (if it is a crime).
    The reality is that it's not possible anymore to stay connected all the times. Strange, No??
    Not many will agree to this. Or don't want to agree. Why?? Because it challenges an old order. An order built on old values those are very dear to us. We don't want to agree that we've discredited them. We still want to live in delusion that Family is there to help you. Your friends are there to help you. & we all are very good friends & family in our own minds.
    Isn't this image imprinted in our mind?? We don't want this good family/friends image to get shattered. Because, deep down we know that it will. It's just a mirage. So, we start secluding ourselves, hiding things. We know they won't understand. We start keeping to ourselves. it's not that bad in the beginning. We share our things with our own mind only. We start living a life of solitude. It feels empowering at first. All your secrets safe with yourself. But then, your own mind starts betraying you. A happy life of solitude turns into a miserable life of loneliness. You get alerted. You try to reach out to your friends. But find that it's not that easy anymore as it used to be. They've become distant. They feel distant. You dial their numbers, talk to them. You try to sound happy. you notice their feigned interest in your talk. You give up.
    Obviously, you can't tell them exactly what's happening because you've hided things from them ( or not told them) and you can't start from beginning again. You want them to listen. They start asking irrelevant questions, (probably arising from their efforts to feign interest in your talks). You feel like they are faking it. so, you divert the route. Yoh tell them all other things but not things for which you'd called them at first place. Same thing happens with other friends also. Same thing happens with your family members too. The distance between you and them feel too large to travel. So, you decide to skip it. You tell yourself that you can handle it. But can you?? Isn't your biggest enemy is you yourself by now?? Your own mind betraying you?? Plotting against you.
    & hence begins the series of battles. Every task seems like one. Everyday becomes unbearable. Your own thoughts start killing you. You try to shut your mind But can't. Because it knows you better than you. You find yourself more lonely than ever day by day.
    You start losing your voice. You stop talking. You avoid people. You eye range becomes limited. Yoh don't look beyond a few feet. You become silent and silent day by day. You become so silent that even that silence starts to turn into chaos. You want to scream but find that your voice is lost. Words doesn't come easily from our mouth. Whenever, you speak (or you've to speak because you've no choice while shopping/ordering etc.) you find that your voice is strange. It doesn't feel like your own voice. Your body starts betraying you. You want to cry but you can't. A lump is formed in your dry throat. Tears won't come out how hard you try. Nor will sleep. You start indulging yourself in movies/series (most probably ones involving tintiest fraction of your brain functioning). You stop leaving your place. Your surrounding becomes a mess. So, does your room. But above all, you yourself becomes a mess. You're no longer a full functioning human. You're a ghost. a ghost who is invisible to everyone. One who is irrelevant to everyone. You don't feel that it's your place. You want to leave it all behind. & sometimes, PEOPLE ACTUALLY Do.
    That's why grief counselling is necessary. It's important to acknowledge this feeling before it snatches away your identity, your life from you & turns you into a living/dead ghost.


    - @pottersays


    #Grief #AcceptIt #pottersays

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    Grief Counselling

    A small step to build a small world where people connect through a common feeling i.e. Grief.
    A small world where they can not only acknowledge it but also accept it.
    So, they can move on.
    ©aj_potter100

  • shriek_of_silence 2w

    When you lose someone so close especially a family member, you mourn for the rest of your life. You move on externally but internally you are always grieving which nobody understands, sometimes not even you.

    ©shriek_of_silence

  • theidealist 2w

    When Grief comes calling,
    what do you do? Do you
    slam the door on her? I
    tell her, "Now, be a lamb
    will you? I have to keep
    my sanity. I have to sleep".

    But she is a vixen in black
    with a cigar dangling on
    wry scarlet lips. She smirks
    and laughs and breezes in
    and sits on the edge of my
    bed. Oh dear!

    All night long she
    babbles and babbles.
    She says she knows me
    all too well. This witch who
    is neither my friend nor my foe.

    But dammit! She prods and
    plods and pricks where it
    hurts. From childhood to
    lovers to the bruises on my
    shin, the story of my life
    on her palms.

    She is an itch I'll like
    to get rid of. A rotting
    skin I'd like to cut out. But
    that's what she do, clings
    steadfast to me, her
    cigar smoke filling
    my lungs.

    When morning
    arrives and she leaves,
    I stumble out of bed.
    The bags under my
    eyes a gory sight,
    my tousled hair a
    nest fit for a bird and I a
    walking tragedy mortals
    and gods pity .

    ©Meri Murry


    Had to be sarcastic XD

    #grief #irony
    @writersnetwork

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    I married the Night and now He keeps me awake all night

    ©Meri Murry

  • teensheldon_111 2w

    Love or Obsession ...
    #love #happiness #grief #smile #cry #thank #plead #emotions #pain
    .
    I don't love you ....
    I just want you ....
    I want you to be mine....
    I want to be the reason of your happiness,, I want to be the reason of your grief...
    I want to be the only one to make you smile,, I want to be the only one to make you cry...
    I want to be the only one you should be thanking,, I want to be the only one you should be pleading...
    I want to be the reason of your every emotion..
    By stating every emotion, I mean every single emotion of yours should be mine , for me , or because of me...
    And listen ,, Don't try to make stories in your mind ,,,,
    I don't love you ... I just want you to be mine...
    Mine...

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    Mine ⛓️

    I don't love you ....
    I just want you ....
    I want you to be mine....
    I want to be the reason of your happiness,, I want to be the reason of your grief...
    I want to be the only one to make you smile,, I want to be the only one to make you cry...
    I want to be the only one you should be thanking,, I want to be the only one you should be pleading...
    I want to be the reason of your every emotion..
    By stating every emotion, I mean every single emotion of yours should be mine , for me , or because of me...
    And listen ,, Don't try to make stories in your mind ,,,,
    I don't love you ... I just want you to be mine...
    Mine...
    :- Khushi
    ©teensheldon_111

  • restless_nib 2w

    Functioning with grief isn’t easy. The need to be strong fights with the need to be breakdown every day. Those blessed with friends and family also know that the deepest depths of grief are swum through alone. The light of the day and love brings shared joy and hopes. Yet, for sure those moments before elusive sleep comes are yours alone.
    #grief #loss #coping #darkness #light #growth

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    Hello morning. Hello night.

    Hello morning
    Time to add back the layers of happiness
    And the top coat of bravery that gets me through each day

    A now practised move
    Putting the lid back on the dark deep
    That threatens to engulf me but somehow doesn’t

    It will be night before long
    And those moments before sleep
    Will never fail to visit me in the dark


    Regret coexists with hope
    Fear tinges forward thinking
    Tears flow, with pause but never to stop

    Grief that has descended low
    Not seen outside but coiled in layers below the surface
    I know it is sharp for it has splintered me inside


    I now exist within myself in many parts
    She who will never move on
    She who can laugh and be merry

    She who can be a fun mother
    She who dreads being a single parent
    Each of those she's is now me

    This too shall pass
    I repeat unconvincingly
    Hello night


    ©restless_nib