My grief will be my medicine

a reminder

that I still have a heart inside

that beats not only loudly

but strong;

it will be present

and keep me company when everyone runs

from the waves of sadness that constantly break

against the shore of life;


My grief will be my compass

leading me on the path I’ve always been too afraid to follow;

My grief will be my rebirth

the end and the beginning of everything

that is yet to come.


And when they ask me how I did it,

how I survived grief

I’ll tell them it was by letting it take all of me,

piece by piece

bit by bit

until I grew comfortable with it being just another


part of me.

Categories Creative Writing, Poetry, ProseTags , , ,

1 thought on “Rebirth

  1. My new favorite ❤


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