The Weight of Loss
The tears will flow, unbidden, wild,
Grief's raw touch never mild.
The heart will bleed, its quiet song,
Echoing where loved ones belong.
The loss is there, a shadow vast,
A reminder of a cherished past.
Nothing more can be done, they say,
Yet memories refuse to fade away.
In pain, we bend but do not break,
Holding on for love’s own sake.
Through sorrow’s storm, we find our way,
To light beyond this darkest day.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
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