Grief

In shadows deep,
where sorrows dwell,
Grief weaves its tale,
a somber spell.
A heavy heart, a tear-stained cheek, In sorrow's arms,
we often seek.It whispers softly in the night,
A haunting, melancholy plight. Yet, in its grasp
we find release, A bittersweet, cathartic peace.
Through tender tears, we learn to mend, And find our strength, our hearts unbend.
For grief, though heavy, has its place, In shaping us with gentle grace.
life thus is ladded with phases Grief being a profound one



© Piaa