Poem: Releasing Grief

I held it close, a storm inside,
A silent weight I could not hide,
A shadow stitched into my chest—
Grief, unspoken, unexpressed.

It came with tears I wouldn’t cry,
With hollow nights and aching sky,
With memories that clung like rain
And whispered names that brought me pain.

But healing isn’t quick or clean,
It weaves through all that might have been,
And asks of us, with quiet grace,
To let the sorrow find its place.

So now I breathe, and in the air,
I feel the weight begin to tear—
A thread unknots, a wound lets go,
A softer wind begins to blow.

Not to forget, not to erase,
But make a gentler kind of space,
Where love remains, but pain can cease—
And in its stead, a quiet peace.

I open hands once clenched so tight,
And let the grief drift into light.
It doesn’t mean the love has died—
It means I’ve lived. And said goodbye.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty