Mourning Comes

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Mourning Comes

Grief is a winged thing

Sometimes flying desperately against an invisible storm

Wings beating violently

Battered and broken by howling winds

Screaming soundlessly into the darkness

Sometimes perching lightly on your shoulder

A comforting presence

A quiet reminder

Whispering warm words of reassurance in your ear

Echos of sweet memories floating like feathers

Sometimes grief sits in a cage

Unobserved and forgotten

Until an unexpected breeze swings the door open

And grief stretches its wings and flies again.

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Mourning Comes

Grief is a winged thing

Sometimes flying desperately against an invisible storm

Wings beating violently

Battered and broken by howling winds

Screaming soundlessly into the darkness

Sometimes perching lightly on your shoulder

A comforting presence

A quiet reminder

Whispering warm words of reassurance in your ear

Echos of sweet memories floating like feathers

Sometimes grief sits in a cage

Unobserved and forgotten

Until an unexpected breeze swings the door open

And grief stretches its wings and flies again.

Mourning Comes

Grief is a winged thing

Sometimes flying desperately against an invisible storm

Wings beating violently

Battered and broken by howling winds

Screaming soundlessly into the darkness

Sometimes perching lightly on your shoulder

A comforting presence

A quiet reminder

Whispering warm words of reassurance in your ear

Echos of sweet memories floating like feathers

Sometimes grief sits in a cage

Unobserved and forgotten

Until an unexpected breeze swings the door open

And grief stretches its wings and flies again.