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Grief is a powerful teacher, albeit a harsh one!
Grief, Bloody Hell!
Grief, bloody hell! Just two words suffice to describe
the rollercoaster of emotions, the gnawing ache, and the relentless pain
that I suffered in the wake of the loss of my darling mum
Grief, bloody hell!
just those two simple words suffice to describe
the rollercoaster of emotions, the gnawing ache
and the constant pain that I have been suffering
in the wake of the dreadful loss of my darling mum
it needs no embellishment, no sugar-coating and
certainly no lengthy introduction to my grief journey
Grief, bloody hell!
it is a force of nature, it is an indomitable force
an all-encompassing wave that crashed into my life
left utter destruction and lasting damage in its wake
when words fail to capture the intensity of hurt I feel
with a heavy heart, I bear the weight of her absence
and I journey through my sorrow, a cage-less cage
Grief, bloody hell!
it is a battle I wage, relentless and unforgiving
it is a beast of my feelings, sufferings and struggles
that left me battered, wounded, lost, and broken
it is a poignant reminder of the depth of our love
and our bond my cherished mum and I shared
oh, it hurts so damn hard, it hurts so damn much
Grief, bloody hell!
its cold embrace, like a shroud, widely spread
in the shadows of my grief, I have found my lament
it has been a prolonged and excruciating journey
that makes me feeling like I have been dropped
into a vast and dark abyss, with no clear path forward
Grief, bloody hell, indeed! Enough said!
I am a motherless daughter and an adult orphan, who loves passionately and grieves intensely, as I write and share about my personal grief journey with others, after I lost my darling Mum on 04 October 2022
to major stroke so suddely and so unexpectedly, with the hope that it might comfort, help and inspire people on their own journey.
"Mum, I carry your strength
with every step I take
on this new path "
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