I felt this in my bones Mahdi. This sits right in the suspended moment where leaving and staying are both losses. The spareness makes grief feel like an environment you’re breathing in.
Aah Mahdi...grief is that thing that wants to hold on to a sliver of hope..as long as that hope exists it won't accept loss... it just keeps churning through the memories... take care, my friend.
Grief is the thing that creates hope for the unreal in order to sustain itself. I find that grief is not about accepting, but about coexisting with loss... in a way, learning how to embrace both the void and the lack thereof simultaneously.
Thank you for reading, my friend. I appreciate you with all my heart.
I felt this in my bones Mahdi. This sits right in the suspended moment where leaving and staying are both losses. The spareness makes grief feel like an environment you’re breathing in.
Thank you for reading this haiku as kindly, Elham.
A heavy burden to carry.
It truly is.
And yet in time, grief itself eases its grip, and learns at least a small portion of forgetfulness. This is a fine poem, my friend, Mahdi. <3<3<3<3<3
One can only hope, my friend. Thank you for your kind reading, dear Rebecca.
Aah Mahdi...grief is that thing that wants to hold on to a sliver of hope..as long as that hope exists it won't accept loss... it just keeps churning through the memories... take care, my friend.
Grief is the thing that creates hope for the unreal in order to sustain itself. I find that grief is not about accepting, but about coexisting with loss... in a way, learning how to embrace both the void and the lack thereof simultaneously.
Thank you for reading, my friend. I appreciate you with all my heart.
Grief. Life's companion.
Indeed, dear Eileen.
Isn't grief the final acceptance of loss and refusal to accept loss, denial?
I wouldn’t use that terminology. I think grief knows not acceptance, only coexistence.
The box both refused loss and refuses to be lost.
You're a smart reader, Josh. Thank you for being here.