Divorce and Death
Two paths diverge in the realm of loss,
Both etched with sorrow, both bearing cost.
One ends a union, the other a life,
Both carve deep wounds, both wield the knife.
Divorce, a rupture, a love undone,
A battle where no victor’s won.
The echoes of vows, now broken, fade,
While hearts bear scars from words mislaid.
Freedom calls, but at what price?
The weight of choices, a soul’s sacrifice.
To part while breathing, yet still alone,
To sever ties, rebuild the known.
A widow or widower, left to grieve,
The heart holds memories it cannot leave.
The love remains, though the form is gone,
A shadow that lingers, dusk till dawn.
No court’s decree, no bitter fight,
Just silent tears in the dead of night.
A chapter closed by time’s cruel hand,
Life’s fragile thread, hard to withstand.
Both bear burdens heavy and true,
Yet each loss writes its own hue.
One offers freedom, the other regret,
Both leave trails we can’t forget.
So whether by law or fate’s decree,
Loss reshapes what we thought we’d be.
For in the end, love’s tender flame,
Burns on in sorrow, just the same.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
#0027 Copyright 2025
Veil of Sorrow
The heart bleeds,
It bleeds its soul,
A grief so vast,
No end, no goal.
Burdens carried,
Pain within,
A smile conceals
What lies therein.
Silent cries,
A muted hymn,
The weight of loss
Lurks deep and grim.
Yet through the cracks,
A light will gleam,
For even sorrow
Dreams a dream.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
#0027 Copyright 2025
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