The Grief Blanket

The world spins on, a careless blur,

While I stand still, a heart unsure.

A hole is ripped, a gaping wound,

Where laughter danced, and love was found.

They say time heals, a callous phrase,

When time feels endless in a maze.

The air is thick, a heavy weight,

I search for solace, sealed by fate.

One day, a whisper, soft and kind,

A gentle hand, a touch I find.

An offering, a thread so fine,

A memory woven, a lifeline.

A knitted square, a splash of blue,

The color of a summer sky, so true.

A stitch unraveled, a teardrop falls,

A memory blooms, through empty halls.

It's not a cure, this woolen square,

But in its warmth, I find a prayer.

A silent plea, a whispered vow,

To hold on tight, somehow, somehow.

More squares arrive, a growing quilt,

Each thread a story, love unspilt.

A stolen laugh, a whispered joke,

Woven together, to gently choke

The grip of grief, the crushing tide,

Replaced by moments, where love can hide.

A picnic shared, beneath a tree,

The scent of grass, eternally.

A favorite scarf, a vibrant green,

Reminds me of walks, where dreams were seen.

A faded shirt, a button lost,

The warmth of arms, at what a cost?

Each thread a memory, bittersweet,

A tapestry of love, both incomplete.

But in the gaps, where sorrow lies,

A thread of hope, begins to rise.

The world still spins, the sun still shines,

But the sharp edges, lose their lines.

The grief remains, a constant hum,

But love's soft whisper, starts to come.

The blanket grows, a patchwork shield,

Against the storms, emotions yield.

A teardrop falls, but not in pain,

A release of love, a cleansing rain.

On quiet nights, when shadows creep,

I wrap myself, in memories deep.

The weight of loss, a little less,

Replaced by whispers, a gentle caress.

The squares continue, one by one,

A gathering of love, beneath the sun.

A stranger's touch, a friend's embrace,

Weaving a strength, to find my place.

The grief may linger, a constant friend,

But love's soft thread, will never end.

The blanket grows, a testament true,

That love and loss, can coexist, somehow, too.

One day, perhaps, the squares will cease,

The weight of grief, a gentle peace.

But for now, I hold this woven prayer,

A love-filled shield, a burden to share.

For grief is not a burden to bear alone,

It's a shared journey, a whispered moan.

Let others gather, thread by thread,

Weaving a blanket, where love is spread.

So let us share, our stories untold,

Of laughter lost, and hearts turned cold.

In every stitch, a memory kept,

A love that's lost, but never slept.

This grief blanket, a silent plea,

A testament to love, eternally.

A symbol that though hearts may break,

Love's threads remain, for hope's sweet sake.

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