Grief Meets Grace

Loss doesn't happen all at once, sneaks in sideways.

Watching someone running like it costs nothing.
Tried to outrun it, positive, power through.
Grief doesn't work that way.

Something else showed up.
Grace, this version is still here.
Unexpected openings, not cured, not easier.

Quit demanding the impossible of myself.
Stopped fighting grief, let it move through.
Unexpected peace I hadn't felt in years.

Room for quiet in mind.
Slowly body followed.
Not healed, not restored.
Capable ways I didn't see coming.

Less going back, more becoming.
Still among trees older than pain,
carrying both things at once.

Grief for what's gone.
Gratitude for what's possible.
Grace, the quiet peace.

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* peer reflections: not medical or therapy advice. *