A never-ending island
drifting away
into the abyss,
carrying just me—
filled with
pain,
anguish,
and defeat.
That’s grief.
Stopping by
every now and then,
a reminder of
what once was,
what’s lost—
a taunting reminder.
That’s grief.
And then,
slowly,
unexpectedly,
the tide turns,
the water stills,
and I find myself
at a shore—
tears don’t burn me anymore
I can sift through memories again
without feeling lost
or singed
—and I can finally breathe.
That’s healing.
This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and eighty sixth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – GRIEF hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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Beautiful writing, Vini. Writing through our grief brings so much healing, doesn’t it?
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Oh, this was lovely, Vinitha! Perfectly expressed grief and healing in such few words!
So true. It’s only when we can look back without sadness, remorse or grudges, are we healed completely.
Beautiful! You could do a master class teaching poetry, Vinitha. ❤️
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We are enough powerful to heal ourselves!
But we have to believe this! That is possible.
A fine week, dear Vinitha!❤️😘
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