Heavy. Laden. A weariness of the soul.
Grief – it ebbs and flows, forever in the shadows.
A whisper nearly out of the range of hearing
a heavy toxic taste lingering on your palate
a shroud that burdens your body
a darkness on the horizon that seems it will never dissipate
The soul will persist
It will rise, albeit haltingly
Hope, gradually dusting aside despair.
The past year has bound the human race as never before. We have all experienced loss of some kind. Some small, others large. A way of life. Familial routines, friendships. family. Deaths.
How have you managed the grief for what you have lost?