Grief suffocates, my body weakens,
Nauseous and sickened by all that I've lost.
My lungs struggle to breathe through the pain,
As mourning weighs heavy, like a constant rain.
Sadness lingers, a constant companion,
Roaming the shadows, never leaving my side.
Yet, I've learned that joy isn't the answer,
But tenderness, warmth, and compassion to abide.
In the darkness, I'll hold on to presence,
Embracing the ache with a gentle embrace.
With each breath, I'll let fresh air fill my lungs,
And with each exhale, a little weight will lift, a little strength will be won.
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