Grief grabs like a vise.
Shuts out peace and joy.
Repels laughter
Sneers at happiness.
Then its grip loosens little by little.
Strength gradually returns.
Laughter replaces tears.
A shuffle turns into a skip.
A ray of sunshine appears.
The broken heart begins healing.
Like a bolt of lightning, it returns
And rips off the tender scab of healing.
Exposes loneliness, tears, and sadness.
But each unwelcome visit gets a tiny bit shorter.
Less intense and not quite as devastating.
Only by looking back
Can progress be appreciated.
A sense of wonder at the advancement
With every agonizing step.
Encouragement for the journey ahead.
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