Mourning Comes
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.
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.