GRIEF Poem: HOLDING GRIEF, by Kristoffer Braddock

Grief is like reaching into the dark
and closing your hand around a sharp stone.
It cuts without warning.
You don’t know how to hold it – only that it hurts.

But over time, your grip changes.
The sharpness remains, but no longer wounds.

It becomes a part of a garden of memories,
still jagged, still real,
yet you now turn it gently in your hands –
a precious stone, treasured with care.

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