In those soft, quiet spaces
In-between all the noise
And busyness of Life
That often keeps our minds occupied
And our hearts from feeling
Strong emotions of tides,
The Grace of Grief
Sneaks in
A sadness,
A melancholy
Singing its mournful dirge
For all the beautiful places
That I have been
No longer living,
But living as a few words,
A page or chapter
Within my story
Ever continuing
Until the bittersweetness
Of the end
Where,
In the crumbling dust
And flaking rust
Of Autumn leaves
As they crunch
Beneath my feet
From the greatness of green
They once were seen
Now, just a memory
Disappearing in the dusk,
Becomes a new moment
Where I must
Begin again
Like all things
Who Love
Embracing,
While allowing to be…
2022, barefoot poet
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Damn, these endings and beginnings
Are so difficult and challenging
Aren’t they?
But that is
What growth is ~
Forever an arduous task
Never easy
Nor ever relaxed;
Feel into it
And lean into
This Grace of Grief
When gone is the comfort
Of the in-between
While always to know,
You are not alone
Weary traveler,
Unsettled soul
Who may be carrying
A heavy satchel of hardships
For in loss
We all walk,
And I walk
Beside and with you,
Always
For nothing is above
What is here and gone
Much Love, Pumpkins!
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