Like the grey clouds before a storm,
Grief settles deep, a cloak of sorrow worn.
Some days, it sneaks in on gentle breeze,
Disrupting calm with whispers that seize—
A scent, a laugh, a flickering flame,
And suddenly, everything feels the same.

Other days, a weight in your chest,
A knowing ache that won’t let you rest.
The skies of mourning shift and sway,
Each dawn revealing a different shade of gray.
Yet still, we muster the strength to gaze,
To face the tempest with hearts ablaze.

For in the deluge, despair may reign,
A tsunami of loss, a relentless pain.
But on those days, may you find your place,
In the...