Loss

In the quiet spaces where sorrows reside,

A tapestry of losses, on life's bumpy ride.

Each thread tells a story of love and despair,

In the echoes of absence, we find ourselves aware.

Gone are the moments, like petals they fall,

Loss is a whisper, a universal call.

Through the corridors of time, echoes persist,

The ache of farewells, the clenched fists.

A friend's laughter, now a distant refrain,

The echoes of joy mingled with the pain.

In the symphony of life, a bittersweet song,

Losses remembered, like verses gone wrong.

Yet, in the shadow of grief, seeds are sown,

Lessons in resilience, strength to be known.

For within the void, new bonds may appear,

From the well of loss, compassion draws near.

Loss is a sculptor, shaping the heart,

Carving out empathy, a form of art.

In the ebb and flow of life's ceaseless sea,

Losses are waves that shape who we'll be.

Cherished memories, like stars in the night,

Illuminate the darkness, a comforting light.

Through losses endured, we find our way,

A phoenix rising from the ashes of yesterday.

So let us honor the losses, both big and small,

For they are the chapters in the story of us all.

In the tapestry of time, losses are woven,

A testament to the strength of the hearts unbroken.