A poem I wrote about my grief journey 🤍
Grief is like a mountain, so high and steep, an endless path that never fails to make us weep. It’s shadow towers in the dark, dark night, the heaviest burden, with it’s never-ending height..
Each step we take, a painful climb, through all of the love left in the stones of time. We stumble on our rocks of sorrow, always wondering how we will make it through to tomorrow?
The top seems so very far away, yet we still find the strength to climb the uneven terrain.
Grief is like a mountain, it’s a test of our will, this journey can be both relentless and still. but in the sadness and heartache we feel on our climb, we find the resilience of our hearts and our minds.
