The greatest blessing
in anyone’s life
is being able
to be vulnerable
without
the fear of judgment
or the need
to explain.
When sorrow arrives
quietly,
unannounced,
at the mind’s doorstep,
it is natural
to feel defeated.
But let’s not rush
to hide the pain right away.
Let’s be vulnerable
when the moment calls for it.
Let’s be sad.
Let those tears roll down.
Let’s feel the pain…
without judging it,
without labeling it
as weakness
or unhappiness.
Let’s accept sadness
as just another facet of life,
a shade we don’t like to welcome,
an unsavory one,
an unavoidable one,
yet one that arrives
in its own quiet manner—
subtle,
yet loud enough
to be felt.
Let’s make space
for grief
and the pain it carries,
without rushing
to wipe away the tears.
Let’s not feel threatened,
as though these tears
are here to sink us.
Let’s cry
when aches
refuse to fade.
Let us witness how tears,
quietly,
leave behind
a fresh palette—
to begin again,
to dream again,
to feel enough again.
This piece is written in response to the three hundred and second edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – SINK hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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I read somewhere that grief is the other side of love and we can only grieve if we have loved. Accepting sorrow is part of the healing process, the tears are necessary to cleanse and renew.
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Grief is so frightening for us that we try everything to avoid it. And yet sometimes that struggle itself can be exhausting. You write beautifully Vinitha. Acceptance, sometimes, is the best way to deal with grief.
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“Let’s be sad… Let’s accept sadness…” is something I too have felt when I know that the cause of sadness is inevitable. I really felt brave when I read the lines “Let’s not feel threatened…”
And the lines “…tears leave behind a fresh palette…” is the most profound part of the poem, Vinitha.
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This is so beautiful, Vinitha!
We never consider grief a necessary part of our life. We seldom give it any importance, but always judge it as the worst emotion ever. The last lines are so meaningful!
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The crystal-clear tears
Washing away pain and grief.
Dark clouds in the wind.
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