Grief Community

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You don’t know bravery until you’ve had to face grief, and learned to live without the people/things you truly valued.

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Some people call it friendship, but when someone remains with you through both joy and grief, it begins to feel like grace.

New Poem =Р

On First-Name Terms with Death I grew up where silence wore black, where chairs remembered the weight of grief, where incense tried—politely— to outargue the smell of endings. I learned early that names fade faster than photographs, and that a body, once beloved, becomes a careful arrangement of... read more

Dreaming of you

ooh ooh ooh the way I feel for you is not written in constellations but somewhere deeper— between the silence of breath and the echo of a name I never say out loud beyond the stars above us beyond the words I seek it has always lived here— quiet, aching, certain— inside my heart whenever I look... read more

A stranger’s soul (based on a real encounter)

A stranger’s soul, ink-written, drifted softly into mine, We spoke of stars and ancient dreams beyond the edge of time. Two wandering hearts, unsure of home, yet resting for a while, We traced the maps of inner worlds and learned each other’s smile. We kissed like ghosts remembering a love from... read more

old poem I like!

“When the Moon Waits for the Sun” "They call it an eclipse, as if it were only science— a passing shadow, a brief alignment of obedient skies. But they do not know what the heavens hide. They do not know that the Moon has counted centuries the way a girl counts hours before seeing the one she... read more