Grieve
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Category : Poems
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I was told endings are just new beginnings....yet somehow, they always feel like endings.I was told there’s no such thing as breaking....but what if I’m tired of bending?Sometimes I struggle to see the silver lining because I’m focused on the clouds.But that doesn’t mean that it’s not there.Like a layer of sand blown away by the wind, the buried treasure is eventually revealed.The beauty never leaves, it’s simply unnoticed until I shift.So how do I shift?I feel.I feel it so deeply that I no longer fear it.I feel it so fully until it is no longer a stranger.The feeling is there, wanting to be acknowledged.It desires me to see it and open myself to it.Why?Because there’s a lesson in it.I call it in and it’s simply doing it’s job.No amount of avoidance will ever bring completion, only suffering.So I won’t give up on feeling.It’s the antidote composed of the venom.No matter what I feel, how much it hurts, or how scared I am,I'll remember there’s a silver lining somewhere.And the shift is on the way.
