In the depths of my spirit’s sorrow, I find my solace,
And I realize grieving is an art, a tender embrace.
With every heartbreak I survived, I’ve learned to see,
The patience that emerges from the depths within me.
In the realm of loss, my soul finds its voice,
And my heart full of pain makes grieving a choice.
As my tears flow like rivers, I forge a path through
Converting wounds to learning, with each moment I pursue.
As I wander in lonely alleys, where despair knows no bounds,
With faith as my pillar, I build life’s strong grounds.
In the process of healing, I let out a silent prayer,
Crafting my inner belief — showing signs of repair.
My heart echoes suffering, where every pain comes alive,
In the midst of heartbreak’s storm, my art begins to thrive.
For every heartache, I weave threads of hope,
Gradually carving into strengths, helping me to cope.
Crossing mountains of sorrow that are dark and steep,
I wear my grief like a solid shield.
For nothing else can hurt me or my soul anymore,
As I mend my heart slowly — my spirit learns to roar.
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