Weathering the Storm

 

Weathering the Storm

There are days
when grief moves quietly beneath the surface,
waiting in the smallest details
to be felt again.

A familiar sound.
A passing moment.
A memory that arrives
without warning.

When the tears come,
do not resist them.

They are not signs
that you are moving backward,
but reminders
that love has left
its sacred imprint.

Pause.
Breathe.

Let the wave
rise and fall.

You need not chase it away,
nor surrender
to its depths.

Simply be gentle with yourself,
until the storm
becomes
a gentle rain.

Every trigger
carries two voices.

One whispers,
"Someone precious is gone."

The other replies,
"Someone precious was here."

Hold them both.

For grief
is the echo of love,
and love
does not disappear
when a life ends.

In time,
the storm grows quieter.
The winds begin to ease.
The clouds slowly part.

The tears remain,
but they are joined
by gratitude.

The ache remains,
but so does
the quiet strength
to carry it.

Walk gently.
Rest often.
Trust your heart
to find
its own rhythm.

For healing
is not forgetting.

It is learning
to meet each memory
with compassion,
to welcome each echo
without fear,
and to discover,
again and again,
that even after the storm,
love
still speaks.

~ 'Weathering the Storm' by Spirit of a Hippie on Facebook

 Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art by Olami